Advanced robotic technology has been featured in movies for years. And more recently, the enigmatic and sort of unfathomable consciousness living in "The Cloud", the internet, the collective data that we humans have amassed on the electronic plane.
The tale of a boy, cursed and corrupted to his core from the very moment of birth. Suppressed, deceived, tempted, and taunted, Ne Zha struggles with his enigmatic identity while imminent doom hangs over his head.
There is another me. I've been distinctly aware of her for years. I don't exactly remember the first time she made her appearance, but I do remember that she has disapproved from that moment.
We try to make our time count. We fill in the blanks in the day, the minutes that rain, the minutes that leave. What would we do without those minutes? What would we have?
Quiet solitude is difficult to grasp, because no matter what circumstances landed you here, you’ve got no other option but to get acquainted with yourself.
It happens either too quickly or too slowly for you to notice, but suddenly it hits you that you are laying in a mess of a bed with your eyes closed and the lights on in your brain.