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Imitation - FINISHED! by WritingFromMars, literature

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Imitation - FINISHED!

(HEAVY THEMES) ((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTspcr3Iaws )) ((https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-eJbxI-jZbA )) An eager congregation of aging academics robed in white peered through the one-way mirrors into the small room. From inside the nine square foot cell, the walls made it seem that it was in a sea of endless copies. At each nondescript stainless steel table sat a unique statue. A humanoid figure made of messy cables, a thin, static, plastic mask that stood as a replacement for a face, all bound together by metal forming a chassis. Angled slightly down, it appeared to gaze mournfully at the many different puzzles set out in front of them. Everything from a paper on advanced physics, a book on debating philosophy and a 9 x 9 Rubix Cube sat out on the table. “I can’t believe you actually got him to work. I remember your old man boasting about this old thing when I was a kid. Though I do think President Imwabe was right, his talents would have been probably better served in

Day One by WritingFromMars, literature

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Day One

//This is an old story I wrote when I was 13, so kept for archival Day 1.: Location.: NecroTech Facility - The Herbert Building - Roftwood - Malton Project Thanatos - Reanimation stage. Mr. James Carvel - MSCR 1000: Subject 445 has been responding well to the artificial life support, we are about to shut down the life support. I am preparing Chem 33 for injection. 1034: Subject is becoming paler and heartbeat has slowed to 61 bpm, 1100: Subject has a heart beat of 20 bpm and little brain activity. 1120: Subject has lost total heart beat and brain activity has ceased, time of death 11:20 Sunday 2 July 2005. 1201: Authorization of Chem 33 con

Unnamed (Rememberence) by WritingFromMars, literature

Coasting by WritingFromMars, literature

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Coasting

The hum of the engine whirred in the background. The familiar sounds welcomed him to consciousness. The smell of fresh stale air breathed in to the room. It was hinted with a faint touch of old coffee. He opened his eyes to a dusty black screen that hung just above his head. Jason groaned, lamenting that his arm might need to come out from under the nice warm covers to turn it on. He looked either side of him, the empty space of the king sized bad with a drab coloured duvet and pillow. The rustic pale orange wallpaper was plastered on the wall of the oddly shaped room. It was a pocket shaped trapezium that was wider than it was long with roun

Fantasy Battle, Part I - Overwhelm by WritingFromMars, literature

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Fantasy Battle, Part I - Overwhelm

The giant orc, who was as tall as the mountain in front of him, loomed miles outside the city walls, yet it's reach was still in range. The big, tusked, green ogre roared in fury and slammed it's wrench in its left hand in to the incredibly tall water silo that reached up to his ears. It bent like a pipe and began to fall down. Inside the city, all the hydraulics running the doors, the elevators, the mail pipes, all of the water powered things buckled and burst at a high pressure soaking everything around them. The streets were awash with the fluids and fountains formed in the centre of the streets, crowned by man hole covers. The dwarven inh