Questions interest me more than answers. One learns so much more from questions. Answers leave you with a limit of where to go from there. Questions can expand forever and bring joyous exploration that leads to new ideas and concepts.
Grey lead them all up to the door. Pressing on a portion of the wall beside the door, he revealed a panel that contained a number pad and a lens. Grey entered a twenty-five digit number on the pad and leaned forward to place his left eye close to the lens. The grinding sound of multiple heavy bolts sliding came from the other side of the door, only to cease right before the door swung inward. Grey motioned for the other two to enter as he stepped to the side. “Please enter the garden. We will rest a while by the tea house to contemplate before we wash up and enter.”
My next uninvited guest was my father. When he strode in after Standt’s quiet departure, I was shocked by how much larger he had been in my memory. I realized that I had grown a great deal in the two years since our last audience.
5. An Unexpected Recruit In a hidden room deep in the office building, an argument was going on. "What do you mean we have an applicant? We aren't even listed anywhere as a business!!! Explain to me how a person comes in 'off the street' to a business that isn't listed and is in a dead office park in the middle of nowhere?"
Several nights later, in another part of town, a shadow hung over an alley. A black ceramic blade caressed a pale, slender throat at the dead end of the alley. Just as the flowered fabric was torn from silky flesh, the shadow leaped over the place the man stood. The ceramic knife fell to the ground, shattering, closely followed by the man’s head.
Once, in the time of the first people, a young man from a small tribe was hunting. His family needed meat badly. Just as he drew back his bow to shoot an arrow into a fat and juicy rabbit, a voice behind him startled him. “Please spare her.” it said.
When Matthew got back to his small apartment, he had to deal with the dishes his roommate had left in the sink. Crusted layers of cereal and milk cemented in place with a liberal slathering of sugar encasing it took a toll on his willingness to tolerate living with Robert. They had been friends since 5th grade. Robert was not a bad guy, but he was sometimes hard to take. Matthew’s Highschool crush had shocked him by confessing to a major infatuation with Robert right before he came out publicly. This lead to a tense few weeks that Had oddly cemented Matthew and Robert’s friendship. They would be friends for life, but living with him was enough to drive a saint to murder.
Preface : Cruel Fate I was certain death had taken me. Failure. I knew it was a possibility, but it had been the only hope. The walls, the structure of our very universe had been falling inward. Something had to be done. My people were a harsh, cruel and selfish society, but they were mine. I could not accept that there was no chance for them to do something good and worthy with their lives if they only had the time to learn. I was given that time and I have put my life and everything in me on the line to give them the same chance to grow. They were my people, and in trying to save them, I have destroyed them all...Except for my brother. He will be changed, but he will live on...
Prolog : Prototype Sally Strect lay motionless, her dark auburn hair fanned out around her head, in the ergonomic medical recliner. Her breathing was slow and even. The monitors and respirator worked diligently and evenly.