- Everything has a past. But not everything has a present. Few have a future. I live the future .It is fading and darkness is destroying us. We are losing the human touch, the human form. Ruled by robots, even I have a robotic arm. Fear is the only thing we know along with darkness. We learn to live like it, so we learn to die. We are becoming without a heart, without soul. But I don’t want to die here. If the future ends, there is neither past nor present. We want save the demens, all of them. But we can’t do it with just the future; we need the past. So we have tried to make contact with the past, but they haven’t replied. Will they reply? Or has our slow suicide already removed their existence? I go alone to the present, to 2071 Krons, where the first signs of our death began. Maybe, someone from the past demen will join me…
- by squeaky_wheel_93 |
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- | Submitted on 02/15/2010 |
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- Title: Saving Demens (Prologue)
- Artist: squeaky_wheel_93
- Description: A small, indeed, very small section from a book i am working on. The character who is writing is, needless to say, from the Future. His name, if anyone wants to know, is Zohar. I enjoyed pleasure writing this. which i think is one of the most important things in writing, enjoying. Hope, you enjoy it too! (P.s. Demens, no not Demons. Demens are demensions. yes, i am aware that i spelt it wrong. it was an purpose. )
- Date: 02/15/2010
- Tags: saving demens prologue
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- Wind-Blown Dandilion - 12/21/2011
- I WAS just about to say wth is demens? But soon as you already took care of that i shall say, good job smile sounds cool razz
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