In Case You Don't Live Forever

In Case You Don't Live Forever

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Nov 11, 2021
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"I have been working in my facility for...say about eleven years...but never before have I worked on something this..." He paused again, trying to find the sensible words to say, "this remarkable." The doctor gave a shaky sigh. "If you have seen this recording, it means I am either deceased...." He gave a look to the lens capturing his every word, and with a hum, continued on, "or missing in action." A young man gets hired to be a scientist's assistant, in creating a man made, robotic psychiatrist, but soon, they become closer friends, and support eachother through their troubles. This is a progressive, slowburning story. Currently not finished. [WARNING: THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN MENTAL HEALTH TOPICS, DISCRIMINATION, TOPICS OF ABUSE, ETC. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS, PLEASE TAKE DISCRETION OR AVOID READING FOR YOUR WELLBEING.] -Boey
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WORK IN PROGRESS‼️ ─── β‹†β‹…β˜†β‹…β‹† ───── β‹†β‹…β˜†β‹…β‹† ── There was no noise; I was at peace, and ironically, the stone-cold pavement never seemed warmer as my blood oozed out of me and around me like a painted canvas. I was slowly losing consciousness, but my mind never seemed happier now that I was dying. The white walls with big bright lights did not resemble heaven; in fact, it was quite the opposite. I thought I had died. When I came to, I found myself in this strange place, disoriented and confused. I looked around and found another five pairs of eyes looking at me with the same emotion swirling in their gaze. Now, 15 years later, I train with these girls. Our makers take care of us, feed us, and make sure we are clean, healthy, and fit. Some of us never had that; that's probably why it took so long for us to realize we were being used. The dirty work they made us do, none of us questioned it. How could we when we were taken off the streets? For a chance at normalcy, we settled for anything, even if that meant blurring the lines of right and wrong. After a mission gone haywire, we started noticing, and now we strike back to take our voices and reclaim the power that was used on us as a way to control us. After all, they are the ones who trained us; we are just returning our long-overdue favour. ─── β‹†β‹…β˜†β‹…β‹† ───── β‹†β‹…β˜†β‹…β‹† ── Rankings : Featured in Mystery-thriller #5 in Mystery-thriller on 7/12/24

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