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Literature
Big Universe, Small World
The tiny hole in the wall Silas had found in the old mining tunnels under the surface of Ceres was a good enough place as any for him to get off his feet and take stock. He wasn’t sure what he had expected to find when he had started his trip to explore the Consortium embargoed places in the solar system but so far it had been mostly upsetting. Europa was being torn apart by warlords and here the people were grey and sick from lack of sunlight. There were full spectrum sun lights in some of the main thorough fares, but they were flickering and dim, and some had gone out completely. From what Silas had learned about the place, very few people stayed on Ceres if they had a choice. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair, people watching as he waited for his lunch. He didn’t strictly need to eat. Being a Series One and closest to human he did enjoy the sensation of eating - and he did extract some energy from it thanks to his carborator - but it was inefficient and he found the ash
All
534 deviations
Literature
Bluer Than I Thought I Was
I see myself most every day And I like to think I look okay But yesterday I went out on the town… I saw my friends and started looking round, At all the faces I passed that day And now I’ve gotta say. I’m bluer than I thought I was. I didn’t think much of the tint at first It’s was just something that happened. I thought each day I was the same But complacency’s a trap and… Now I’m bluer than I thought I was. My skin, my nails, my hair. I’m so much bluer than I thought I was! Was I just not mentally there? Did I let it slide, and close my eyes, Just to get some peace? I know it’s over due but can I hit undo? Because I recognize at least, I’m so much bluer than I thought I was No telling if the hue is here to stay, I’m so much bluer than I thought I was… Think I’ll call in sick and cry today.
Featured
11 deviations
Literature
No, Thank You
I see what’s happening here, I’m in another little social game Nobody knows how to feel, Is that horrible? Well, it’s nice to see that we are both the same. Open my mouth, it’s time to go Excuse myself, “it’s late, I’m going to miss my show.” I know that look, those eyes, that smile, I’m going to be here for a while... What can I say, except no, thank you? Your offer is awfully nice! Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay, no, thank you. What I’ve got right now will suffice! No I’m good, I don’t need more food, I couldn’t eat another bite, Don’t think me rude! You gesture over to your fancy t.v set (So I can’t be going yet). Oh, yes, I know it’s just advice. No, thank you. I’ve already tried that one twice. Now, can I go before you find (No thank you) That I’m about to lose my mind? So, what can I say except no, thank you? I am out of social energy How many ways to say ‘no, thank you?’ I’ll pass on that extra cup of tea! No, thank you
Poetry
125 deviations
Literature
Big Universe, Small World
The tiny hole in the wall Silas had found in the old mining tunnels under the surface of Ceres was a good enough place as any for him to get off his feet and take stock. He wasn’t sure what he had expected to find when he had started his trip to explore the Consortium embargoed places in the solar system but so far it had been mostly upsetting. Europa was being torn apart by warlords and here the people were grey and sick from lack of sunlight. There were full spectrum sun lights in some of the main thorough fares, but they were flickering and dim, and some had gone out completely. From what Silas had learned about the place, very few people stayed on Ceres if they had a choice. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair, people watching as he waited for his lunch. He didn’t strictly need to eat. Being a Series One and closest to human he did enjoy the sensation of eating - and he did extract some energy from it thanks to his carborator - but it was inefficient and he found the ash
Prose
132 deviations
Literature
Tales from the Vault: From Under the Mountain Pt 2
The next morning found Lilik flat on his back, staring up at a far too familiar ceiling. He sat up slowly, his mouth was full of cobwebs and his skull was too small. It squeezed his eyes. There were no sounds of merriment from the other rooms, the patrols must’ve already left for the day and here Lilik was sleeping on the job. He pushed himself out of bed with all the energy he could muster. His feet hit the cold stone floor, his knees threatened to buckle but they held.
He stumbled into the locker room, he would have to forgo breakfast this morning. He reached for his armour, buckling it on in haste before running out to the tunnels.
Tales From the Vault
3 deviations
Photo-graphy
32 deviations
Devious Folder
158 deviations
Literature
Thought doodle: Absurdity
"Zombies? don't be ridiculous"
"Said the vampire to the werewolf"
Thought doodles
18 deviations
Literature
System Log: Successor
There's a blinking red light as the robot boots up, its gears making the same hushed noises as those seen in old science fiction movies. It stretches, testing its joints and connections before looking at me, camera eyes swivelling and focusing, triangulating distance and registering shades and colours. "Greetings" It croaks before adjusting volume and tone until it sounds like a man. I say nothing.
Instead I just watch what is going to replace me. It was mercurial, body smooth and seamless metal, burnished and buffed till it shone. It was humanoid in the loosest sense of the word, its legs split beneath the knee, each segment of lower leg ha
System Logs
13 deviations
Literature
Chapter 5: Odd Jobs
Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, poor man, rich man, beggar man, thief. -- nursery rhyme.
After Yde and Tohvan left, Constant sat at his table, white gloved hands toying with a teaspoon he had left on the table. There was work to be done of course, there was always work for Constant to be doing, but he wasn't all so sure he was keen on doing it. The patch of sunlight he sat in warmed his bones and made his eyes start to close on their own. It would be the nicest thing to pass the afternoon here, just watching the world go by.
Eventually, responsibility won out over laziness as Constant found it often did. Sighing, he got up and stretched, b
Novel: Oddity
6 deviations
Scraps
186 deviations
