Pain has eaten away his features. He looks like a rock that has endured the raging seas. You can sense the angst in his every move. Even his eyelids sob when they part. This is the story I want to write, thought the android. I have to experience pain like he did. How do I do that is beyond me. For I am just a programmable being whereas he is a mystery. I hate him. I have to destroy him. The android quickly activated the termination sequence. The man never knew what happened. His atoms were dispersed all over space in an instant.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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