The Spire (POV)

The Spire (POV)

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The Spire is a short story directed by a very-much human author and composed by a not-so-human Artificial Intelligence. Built in AiDungeon, this short story involves a lone RCC Agent who meets a short girl in the middle of the Badlands of the High Desert. Is this romance? Is it action? Is it convoluted? Maybe! But you'll only find out if you read. #wattpademmyaward2021 Ai76-01 wrote this story. This is the 1st Story of the Ai-Written stories. Made in AiDungeon. Use it Free here: https://play.aidungeon.io Classic needs no energy.
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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