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.
I have to write. Those were the words that escaped the dying man's lips. He was found lying unconscious near a mountain of blank paper. His autopsy revealed over exhaustion as the reason. But what did he want to write so badly that it killed him, no one knows. The task was designated to the junior cop who was part of the investigation team. Let's call him Namura. So here we are with Namura in a room with the mountain of blank paper. He is awed as to why should there be so many papers near a dying man. He picks a sheet on the top. He studies it. It's as blank as blank papers can be. No pencil or pen has violated its virgin whiteness. Namura thinks of the white bed sheets back home. He is tired. All he wants is to crash on his bed. He feels angry about the whole situation. Here I am, staring at a blank piece of paper, wondering why someone who wanted to write so badly didn't write a single word, while the whole world is sleeping on their comfy beds. He wanted to tear the ...
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