"It seems it's just you and me in this office, right, Hadasaphorus? Now what?" The Interviewer asked.
"Well, I sort of want to enjoy being human. I never had all these senses before." Hadasaphorus said, looking around the room. Intrigued by his senses, he looked to the left, identifying books, which he thought were just stacks of atoms with weird "shapes" (words) decorating them. He also looked at the flat, yet bumpy wall in front of him.
"Is that blue?" Hadasaphorus asked, curiously, pointing to the wall in front of him.
"No, that's red." The Interviewer explained.
"I think I'm going to go now. Explore the World through its senses. You know, just live in the moment."
"You're starting to sound like my brother."
"No man, I got to learn. Figure things out. I'll contact you when I'm done."
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Finding Meaning
Ficción GeneralAfter millenia of not existing, a simple atom is given life.
