To tell you who I am would be, at best, a blatant lie due to the simple fact that I, a being aware of my own ability to think, haven't the faintest idea.
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Stories by John Y.
Human's Eve
When a cosmic event in 3070 wipes out most of humanity, the legacy of mankind rests on the shoulders of a sin...
The Shoe on the Desert Road
In the wakes of a war fought for equality in 2038, a single shoe stands idle in the middle of a desert road.
Samarra
If you could ask Death anything, what would the question be? Lena Faulton, a 21-year old waitress at a cafe w...