1) lost in the future (1

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I'm flying
Donny sat under the bridge as looked up at the mossy, green bottom of the crossing. He could've sworn with his lost life he saw stars. His lost, sad, shallow life. Shallow not being that there wasn't anything to him. Shallow being that the surface of his reason had only been scratched.
He got up, stumbling, with blood shot eyes. All though it was day, it seems as though only five minutes of light were visible to him. That was for the moment, then he kicked something. Metal...
Hollow maybe. A box. The strangest box he's ever ran across and Donny has seen some boxes. Some he wish he hadn't.
He could see fine now. That object in front of him was a computer. No mystery to be discovered. Donny wouldn't call it a computer though. No no. This right here is a brick.
Ancient
A dinosaur.
"Why are you? Rigid block of life. You got sum in you, lil' dot?"
He kicked the thing once more, thins time on purpose. There was no one. The very bridge was deep in the pines, over a stream. The forest was dead. Even the stream was dead. The small dirty, gravel section where Donny would usually break at didn't touch the water... And he appreciated that.
Figure it out.
It's the best.
"No"
That's a lie.
He grabbed the computer with both arms and lifted the weight with his might. The rest of the strength was used to run home.
The place.
Where no one goes.

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