To the Skies
A black man looks at his chances of creating a new machine.
A former engineer at Goulding Motors, ebony colored Maxer Frampton took in his pen and sketched the outlines for the flying car that could build, refuel, and pilot itself.
Once given a set of algorithms, he turned to his sketches and put down his pen.
In the way that he took the curves and lines of the street vehicle and aircraft, it was listening to a concerto or making love or sipping wine. The machine completed building itself.
It rolled outside and took to the air. In about fourteen seconds, the machine fell to the ground.
“It flew,” he said.
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Sabotage
Lately I’ve been in a funk where everything can be going right. You know I’m in a happy place talking to who knows, I’m at peace and feel like everything is just going great you know. But once I start seeing that everything is going great for some reason I need to sabotage it. I need to sabotage my happiness and what I have going on in my life so no one else is able to do it for me. Does that make sense? Am I the only one who gets this way?
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Cool one