

My People Are A FirestormI am Tyscheia.My People Are A Firestorm
That is to say, I am Tsycheian. From Tyscheia, yes.
My mind is unable to keep up with my thoughts. My mouth is breaking under the weight of a million words per second. A million thoughts per micron.
Wait, wait, wait, WAIT!
I have to catch up with myself.
We are a people of nightmares. Your nightmares. But, this, this, this was not what we intended. THIS LIFE IS NOT WHAT WE MEANT IT TO BE.
It's a by product of the treatments.
Back when our thoughts were slower, our lives were longer, and our thoughts did not escape us.


When My Time Is UpI cannot help but fear When every dayWhen My Time Is Up
it grows near What does all this of mean? What am I mean to be?
If I should go Would you remember me? Or will I simply fade away? And though I know That it won't change a thing I'd like to know that some part will stay when my life is over when my time is up
I can't believe in a god So this is all that I've got Born just to not to be I'd rather I'd never been.
If I should go Would you remember me? Or will I simply fade away? And though I know  


In A Day"Charlie, you've got to see this!" The young scientist exclaims, barely able to contain her excitement. She gestures wildly towards her colleague, Charlie, without looking up from the simulator.In A Day
"What, what is it?" Charlie replies, stumbling through the cramped research booth to join her.
"It's better than anything we could have hoped for ." She continues, suppressing a giggle.
He finally arrives by her side.
"What are you " He looks at the simulation. His eyes grow wide.
"Oh Oh my. Is this Is this really doing what I think it's doi


Shadowland"Alright, just hit him in the head: right between the eyes."Shadowland
Bang!
"Good shot."
"Okay, he's dead; let's go get him. That's another one for the fire."
Click.
The television screen goes black.
Thomas is left sitting alone in the lounge room of his modest suburban home.
He checks his watch: Monday, September 22, 2.49 am.
Wow, those movies ran much later than I'd expected, he thinks.
I've got to go to work in a couple of hours.
He stretches, yawns, then trudges off down the hallway towards his bedroom. &nb
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If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what the heck does a humanitarian eat?!
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