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Today two new customers walked in at the same time today. Which was odd because my customers were few, regular, and far between. An ex-programmer and an A.I. The ex-programmer wanted her friend to get his disguise first. She was persistent and patient, yet rushed.
The A.I insisted on being called Century's Turn. Yes, apostrophe and all. Well... I feel like they'll be back soon. I don't know why... Lylian, Century's('s?) friend, didn't want too much of a change but she walked out satisfied.
I'm going to stop writing soon. I'm running out of space. I want to try audio-logging, that sounds like fun. ...On second thought, maybe not.
I just tried it. My recorder is terrible! There's too much static and I speak too quietly to be audible. Plus.... I'd rather not talk about myself... it feels kind of....
What's the word....?
Negative?
Bad?
Conceited?
Pessimistic?
Narcissistic?
No.
I just can't place it.It just makes me feel like I sound as though I want the spotlight, when (in truth) I don't.
Century's Turn has pale skin, green eyes, blue hair styled with buzzed sides and a floofy top ( if that's a good description, anyway. If you don't understand... Jacksepticeye's current hairstyle as of 2017... only blue.), and he /insisted/ on a deformed toe... don't know why, he wears shoes just fine though.
.... not my business.
High-pressure job, nowadays. Impatient clients with high clearance and high pay.
In a math problem:
Faster + better = More Demand
More Demand - Supply = Higher charges
Higher Charges = More money
More money = More equipment
More equipment = Faster+Better work...
That was a pen-ful. Or... keyboard.
Nope.
Joke lost.
Agh.
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