I submit to you, a sample of a story that I am working on.

Its been awhile but, It feels good to write again.


Heat filled the dark room. No fire was needed as he knelt at the table side. His scanner beeping in a secret rythmn.
Brushing off the beads of sweat he slowly sighed. His surgical laser finally shutting off with his certainty and satisfaction.
He softly stroked the side of her lifeless face. Knowing the codes within her that will brew a conscious no different from man.
"Tomorrow you will know life, tonight I reaquaint myself with sleep." He whispered exhaustedly. Shutting down his equipment retiring for the night. The slow drone of the mainframe ushering him out of the basement. As the heat slowly left the room his creation faintly opened her eyes and pondered motionless at the darkness. Feeling and motion would not activate. Acceptingly bewildered she drew a breathe and shut her eyes to see if there would be any difference. She did not know anything beyond the still darkness of the room.
"this will do for now" she whimpered fearfully As she contemplated her function silently awaiting whatever would come next with an inhuman paitence.

The light turned on unexpectedly Her eyes fixated on the new stimulation slowly she felt the warmth. Her Perception was emerging she could feel her universe expand. Her mind hummed with the processing of this new experience. "Awake I see, good I knew you would." Exclaimed a voice from the corner of her scanning eyes. "W-who are you?" she asked in monotone. Unable to summon the right tones.
"Ah, I guess you could say I'm your god, or your father, the devil maybe?" She sat up in confusion at this statement.
"But, I'm not one who cares much for titles so you can just call me Ivan, I created you.but, I'm not quite done...yet." He declared briskly. "Your voice and brain will need some fine tuning and patching but, that won't take long." She didn't know what to think but, she felt comfort for the first time she wondered what kind of work would need to be done but, she knew she wanted to be completed.

Days past and slowly she learned of the world she existed in. She learned so much so fast but, had no time to see any of the world.
No matter how bleak it was a curiousity that she could not contain. She left the room but, was obedient to stay within the house.
One morning, Ivan invited her to the meal table and handed her a cup of black tea. He was confident she could drink it.
She accepted it and drank it without shorting or glitching. He smiled widely. "Can you taste it? Does it burn? barely able to contain himself in his inquiry. She nodded gleefully at him. "yes its beautiful." Suddendly a knocking at the door lead Ivan to promptly get out of his seat and open it. He bowed his head to the short figure. An Asian women carrying a heavy looking brown bag stridefully walked in and without a blink she stared straight at her. "So Doctor you've finally done it... 5 years too late." She said sounding somewhat surprised as she looked her up and down. "Better late then never, Jiang and you know I never lost faith in the 'solution'." He exclaimed before taking his seat.
"She talks right?" Jiang pouring herself tea and getting comfortable with the setting. Her unwaivering stare locked on the girl.
"I can talk but, I'm not sure what I can do or what I'm for" she murmured uncertain of her intentions.
"This is Dr. Jiang she's my long time friend and after a long trip she's here to help me finish the work on you" He said warmly.
An emotionless expression fell over her. Dr. Jiang began to rummage through her bag while Ivan put his hand her shoulder. With a jolt she removed his hand and stood up. She made a break for the door knowing she did not want to be operated on by this other Doctor.
Impulse to flee had been engaged echoed in her mind and it was command that could not be ignored. No room for questions she bolted for the door.She fled through the snow. Totally ignorant of direction she proceeded to the town in the distance. A blue flash fell over her. Her body slowly disabled as if falling asleep.


"Mother, has my package arrived in the mail yet?" Miczariel asked impatiently as she finished her coffee and set down the newspaper.
"Um no it hasn't" she mumbled as she started cooking eggs in her rusty frying pan. Without any hesitation she left her house without another word. She set off to the broken crowded town in search of whatever she could find. "Maybe materials fill the void in my life... or maybe I'm the only one who deserves anything worth while." She thought to herself. The snow began to fall again and people would scatter indoors. but, not her she didn't seem to be bothered by the cold as much as others. Intently navigating through decrpet streets and cracked pavement she reached the clothing store only to find it had been charred nearly beyond recognition. Her clothes were already too tattered for her to stand. Anger swelled and boiled within her like a cauldron fell in the smelting pool of hell.
Not wanting to waste her trip into town she decided to have breakfast in the last cafe in town. It wasn't far and the food was better then what her mother could ever make. She made her way to dreary destination. The sign had finally fallen off the roof of the building.
The door was already long gone. A fitting tune greeted her before the owner good. It was a somber tune. Reminiscient of a forgotten genre that from a nearly forgotten era. "Blues?" She asked herself aloud while the brew master dusted off rustic chipped coffee cups from his shelf. She was clearly the youngest person in there and half of the few people in there were asleep almost as if they were dead. Everyone but, her seemed to be lamenting the past,present and future. She took a seat and let the singer finish lyricless tune.
The shop keep approached her with a hot cup of hot white chocolate. "Here have one on the house." She paused before grabbing the cup.
Scanning his fat figure and his greasy moustache. She questioned his intent. Nothing was innocent in the world anymore but, she took the cup without saying word. He casually walked away. She attempted to tune back into the jazz player. Everything about him was so foreign to her. His face was covered in crime. Perhaps he came from the mine. It didn't matter. She didn't know what to make of him.
He finally finished. No one applauded. He laid his guitar down and say with his legs crossed staring back into the absent minded audience. Silence flooded the weathered lousy lounge "What do you call that?" She asked bluntly without blinking.
"Oh, I call it the black knuckle blues" He grinned happy to know anyone would pay attention. She sipped her drink and poured the rest of it on the ground. "Its strange, you're strange, I don't care for your tunes the world doesn't need music anymore."
"Well then what do we need sister?" retorted the man with a sincere curiousity. She shrugged and walked out. It felt natural to leave them to wallow in misery. Its not for her. As she walked away. The marching of rushed foot steps stopped her in her tracks.
She bolted behind a corner and watched in wonder. Men in uniform assembled infront of the establishment. A decorated, tall forboding Officer stepped forward. "WE ARE THE RATION POLICE YOU ARE SUSPECTED OF VIOLATING THE Import code"
Another officer approached, "WE ARE THE SENTIENT ENFORCEMENT AGENCY YOU ARE HARBORING DRONES IN DIRECT VIOLATION OF LAW"
In rapid succession a third officer emerged "WE ARE THE GUARDIANS OF CULTURAL CONDUCT, YOU ARE COMMITING HEARSY WITH YOUR FLITH"
Lastly, an older but, just a vicious authority figure YELLED "WE ARE THE POLICE OF DECENY AND GENERAL PROTECTION APPREHENSION IS AT HAND" They stormed the crumbling cafe and blue flash sparked out. The owner and the elderly were dragged out into the street.
Almost immediately people were scrambling to witness the fate of the cafe crowd. They watched from windows. They stood in the streets.
It was almost a duty for bystanders to watch what everyone knew would what happen.

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Heinrich Karl Bukowski 12/04/18(Wed)18:26 No. 423 ID: 96fe02 File 133478798486.jpg - (14.39KB , 267x400 , artwork.jpg ) >>422 You don't have to address them using their names either. If it's a conversation with 2 people, it should just flow without the need to show who is who. But anyway, that was a minor gripe and I probably couldn't do it another way. Luckily I'm just here to critise! >post more Sure, what else is this board for? Were the two stories before meant to be linked in some way or just similar (mood) sketches?