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Found this beauty and decided to engage in some practice. I think I made her wink a little. Still not so bad for half an hour, eh?

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The girl in the street - Part 1"Oi!" The voice was gay and held a piercing excitement rare enough to make him freeze at the spot.
He turned in search of the source and easily found it as one finds highlighted words in a paragraph.
The girl had a proud posture and stood erect holding her waist as if it would run away if she didn't.
Her face was colored by an unfazed eagerness that matched the one in her voice.
"I know you, don't I?" The pulsating living energy in her voice, made him feel a sudden dryness in his throat.
"Do you?" He eventually responded after an unusually long pause.
"Yes! I have read your stories." She clamored and he noticed that her voice was unusually loud for the petite frame and even more unusual was her unbridled confidence in it's use.
"All of them?" He inquired monotonously.
He watched as her face slowly contorted with amusement with a feeble attempt to control it and then she burst into a laugh.
He decided that he liked her quite a lot since anyone able to experience such an uncontrollable j
  Chapter 1 - The End is the beginning - Part 1The slumbering figure turned in a quest to find escape from the intruding light.
She moaned and puckered her eyelids but the light continued to seep unflinchingly from a thin crease left open.
After a few twists and rolls, she had almost settled on her sunken belly, steadying the posture with a folded knee with her face safely tucked under the quivering shoulder.
She was about to sink back into the dreamless sleep when an idle wonderment caught her attention.
She felt exerted beyond acceptance as if she had walked a long distance but conversely, there was also a lingering sense of unease, something that clutched at her subconsciousness demanding her attention; something important that was forgotten.
The warm comfort of the bed was intoxicating but perhaps she could wait a bit longer.
Even though, as she began to ponder, a sinking feeling made her feel as if it might be better if she didn't have to remember whatever it was at all.
It was something that had happened, not something that s
  Chapter 1 - The End is the beginning - Part 2She sat lazing in a kneeling posture but her mind was alert.
The anguish had only lasted a handful of moments and had ended with the swift conclusion to not give it any significance more than a freak accident that she had survived.
She was alive and that was enough for now; which left the niggling question of how and who had rescued her.
After debating the possibilities, sorting them in order, top being most heroic and bottom being most likely to be true, and trimming away the redundant, she came upon 3 hypothesis.
She may have crawled to safety; safety being across the border a mile or so further down from where she had fell.
But then recalling the condition she had been in, she had to disembark it to bottom of the list.
A knight in a shining but as in yet undiscovered-metallic (or similarly exotic) armor may have swooped down, fighting off the baddies, carrying her to safety; optionally using the flying stallion's (or space-ship) as transport.
Only that even after barring the glaring
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Orange Hair
Something quite different that I'm trying out. Water colors. Feels patchy (no pun intended) around the edges but can't beat the combination of orange hair and lingerie. What do you think? 

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Lengthening shadow
It started as a portrait angle study but turned into something quite different. I kind of like how it turned out. What do you think?

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Bronze Birthday Fireworks!
My entry for Deviant Art's Birthday Celebration! Nothing celebrates better than fireworks. What do you think?

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A Series Of Almosts
Blonde streaks exposed to bright light are a weakness of mine. What's yours?

Inspiration taken from Here

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Summer Beach-pants
I know. She isn't wearing any. Just something done in the spirit of summer.

It feels more on the surrealistic side than my usual pieces, still I like it. What do you think?

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Cyber Punk Girl
I think I found my next favorite model for references♡. How do you like Her


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Shadows Of Being
"When I look at this world, I'm not sure whether it is real or I am; because one is not possible while the other remains"


Just an experiment in style. 

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Hubert walked briskly. Not unusually - just as someone who was determined to reach their destination.
That is how he has always walked but today he felt as if his briskness was an escaped from a pursuit by an unknowing enemy.
He was stopped by the red signal at a crosswalk and prompted by an unknown desire, he raised his eyes to find the setting sun.
He saw it above a building that was not too tall nor too wide and the modern facade of the building was adorned by a gargoyle that was wearing thick rimmed glasses.
The sun hasn't reached the horizon yet but an unseasonal fog has caused the light to die away.
The sight made Hubert uneasy and he turned away.
When he started walking, he felt as if the shadows behind him lengthened and swallowing the remainders of patches of brightness that he had just passed through.
The buildings that he passed were being lit one by one but the lights seemed feeble compared to the brightness that had been left them.
He was forced to pause at a corner due to clusters of crowd barring the way.
The whispers and gestures of the crowd pointed to the huge TV screen.
The news stream that the screen used to display was off.
He glared with disapproval at the ones amongst gathered who considered it an event worth capturing and were posing foolishly using the unlit slab as a backdrop for self-shots.
"Down with silicon worship! Stop stealing our jobs! Humans over machines!"
The crudely sprayed words in the middle of the screen were of a muddy color.
The vandal, whoever he was, had emptied the rest of the spray can randomly to tarnish the screen.
A ladder leaned was raised to rest against the pole of the hung screen.
The group of city workers stood idle nearby and seemed to be in no particular hurry.
As he passed by, he overheard them chattering.
"Something had to be done." "God bless the courageous bugger who did it."
"Didn't you hear what what happened last week?" "Benny was laid off along with dozen others" "Really? but he had worked there for a decade, didn't he?" "Uuhmmm and that was a government job, was doing the service to the city and the people. Imagine those private workers and their ruthless employers." "Just you wait till the same happens to those who seem to be laying off" "Well poor guy is on the streets now. Couldn't get even job as a burger flipper." "I know Liz and the kids. The peanuts that government payed as compensation ain't enough."
Hubert turned at the first street away from the crowd and when he realized his unusually fast pace, he forced himself to slow down.
He walked with his eyes looking straight ahead and attempted to ignore the emotion that was surfacing.
He was reaching the heart of downtown and as he turned a corner, the scenery shifted suddenly.
He had never been religious and a long time ago right after he graduated from college, he went to a tour of the Europe along with a few other students.
He didn't know what to expect nor had any particular desire to go but was dragged by a girl who he thought he had liked at the time.
They were visiting Rome and he was astonished to discover that he knew exactly how one is suppose to feel when visiting such a sacred place.
No, he hadn't felt any reverence for the place at that time; he just knew what he could've felt had he been a religious person at the place most sacred of all places.
He had given up hoping to even feel that feeling since he would never be religious.
A few months later, he realized that the feeling had an origin other than religion.
A decade later, he still didn't quite understand what that origin was but he was feeling it as he has always felt it when he entered the three block radius.
The feeling of entering a place of worship and sanctity.
The buildings that hung mid air were impossibly tall, impossibly unapologetic and arrogantly simple.
He kept his eyes on them in fear of an irrational feeling that had he took the eyes off, they would disappear to another dimension.
Each step made him feel as if he was under their protection and at the same time, as if they too far away to ever be reachable.
Oddly the feeling gave him a sense of relief.
No resentment or frustration could be ever felt as long as buildings such as these existed.
In a childish game of his, he started counting rows of windows to calculate the height of each building.
Across the street from the three blocks radius, the few buildings that had made the attempt to imitate felt flat in comparison.
Who had built these and what were they thinking? He wondered in idle astonishment.
They have to be blind and incredibly naive to have reach such height when everything that surrounded them was aiming downwards.
As always this question was baffling but it raised his consciousness to a height as if it had been reduced to the weight of a feather.
As usual, he headed towards the entrance of the tallest building in the middle.
Unusually, there were scattered figures occupying the entrance door that befuddled him.
A small disjointed circle of such figures was marching which raised the placards they held likely in hope that he belonged to the media.
When they realized that he was part of the establishment, they lowered the placard, some glaring at him with contempt and one unsightly middle aged woman yelling something illegible.
There were a few others who didn't even bother with marching and instead sat wherever they pleased close to the entrance. They had idle expressions and showed no interest.
The two guards stood alert near the entrance like watchdogs sensing trespassers.
They had taut expressions but as they grew less tensed as they saw a familiar face walk in.
Hubert nodded in response to their salute.
"Good evening Mr. Hubert, Sir!" One of them has approached him and was walking beside.
"How are you doing Fred?" Hubert tapped his shoulder.
"Great sir! Ah just a bit on the edge but nothing we can't handle." The guard pulled his chin tight, gesturing to the crowd outside.
"Who are they?"
"No clue. One of them, a more representable sort claimed that they represent some labor union. That guy is gone, left shortly after."
"Do you know any of them?"
"No sir. Never seen any of these faces before."
"Any idea what they want or any demands they have made?"
"Nope. No demands. No one came forward after that one left." He wrinkled his nose.
"Say what's on your mind."
"Sir, I'd bet my wager though these are rented goons and here to cause trouble!" His voice was excited.
Hubert nodded. "Call the cops and notify Mr. Chris. Do not do anything to incite them."
"Yes sir. Already called the cops. No sign of them yet though."
"Good. I have some urgent business I have to attend do but keep me posted if there is trouble. I'll check up again on my way back."
The guard nodded and saluted as the elevator door slid close.
The elevator sped upwards and when the door slid open, it was to display the empty corridor of 250th floor.
Hubert walked out of the elevator and headed for the large door across the hallway with the sign that said "Executive Board Room".
Without pausing, he entered and crossed the room to open another door, much smaller that leading to adjacent room.
The room was filled with scattered piles of misc furniture and equipment.
He pulled out a chair from a tall pile with the expertise of waiting staff and choose a secluded corner away from the door.
Then he sat, waiting.
Time passed as he leaned back and closed his eyes.
He opened his eyes a few time in between to check the time and closed them again.
Eventually he checked his time and was on his feet without delay.
As he walked up to the door, he could hear suppressed voices of chatter and furniture being dragged from under the door.
He stood there, waiting patiently for the sounds to die down.
After a while, the atmosphere grew quiet and he waited a few moments further until a single voice could be heard.
Then he sprung into action, opening the door and walking out swiftly before anyone could protest or say anything.
He had the chair stuffed under his arm and before anyone could respond, he was at the far end corner across the room's length.
Once there, he laid the chair, sat down and scanned the room casually, blatantly ignore the befuddled glared by the room's occupants.
The room was full, each of the 40 chairs occupied except 2.
He was already acquainted with the board members filing the chairs including the man who sat on the chair that headed the table.
He was anemic, was wearing thick rimmed spectacles and kept a combination of beard and hair that was hard to separate out with texture that matched a grubby old carpet.
A few moments passed, leading up to a painfully awkward silence.
The glares that had been kept up were still there but were made awkward by Hubert making no attempt to explain and their owners being tangled against their will in a game where they would be admitting defeat if they lowered them without an apology or at least an explanation.
Finally, a burly figure spoke in an unnaturally shrill voice.
"Hubert... What... what are you doing?"
He was young and wore a business suite that awkwardly hugged his legs.
Guessing by the standing posture that had grown uncertain, he was addressing the board when Hubert had walked in.
"Attending a meeting."
"But this is the board room!"
Hubert raised his hand. "I know." He gestured his forehead towards an empty chair at the end of the table.
"uh... right." The man attempted to smile but his facial muscles seem to have trouble keeping up.
"You are Miss Ayn's assistant, are you not?" Another older man asked.
"Yes I am."
"Mr. Hubert." It was the voice of the chairman. "This is an invite only meeting of board." He had unusually loud voice that echoed like a gong in the large room.
"Yes." Hubert kept his face composed.
"and I don't recall you being summoned nor are you, as far as I know, a board member."
"I am representing Miss Ayn and her interests at her request."
The chairman smiled
"I would expect that was she around. Her and you are inseparable in more than one way, are you not? Her dragging you around to every which place, appropriate or not. I've always found this to be odd. But I digress. I wonder though, has there no work left that is suited to your skills that you can attend to?"
He smiled at the well delivered blow and the smile brought out the most noticeable thing about him; the teeth that were unnaturally white and disproportionately large.
"I am here according to her instructions, in her absence to represent her."
"This is an executive position Mr. Hubert. What it is not is a football team to have it be delegated so conveniently."
"In that case -- is it your position to challenge her right to appoint a representative? If so then, I would recommend reading the board charter section 5, article 3.2. Do you wish me to read it for you?"
Hubert could see his face color changing.
The jarring teeth were still visible but the change of expressions has altered their meaning.
Hubert continued without waiting for a response
"A board member shall have the right to appoint a suitable candidate to represent and to exercise..."
"I'm familiar with the board charter."
"Then I need not continue." Hubert leaned back in the chair.
A moment of quit awkward silence followed and then slowly rustling and whispers rose across the room.
Eventually the noise grew to a point where the chairman got up and banged the table.
The room grew silent again but the confused faces were begging for an answer.
"Gentlemen. Let's stay calm." The chairman said.
The burly figure, who had been standing the entire time as if his body could not recall the motion required for sitting, cleared his throat.
"Well... guess we should.... should we continue the proceeding Mr. Chairman?"
"Yes. Lets continue."
The burly figure coughed to clear his throat
"Well now -- I guess the pressing matter, I mean what this meeting was called for..." He coughed "The bill brought forward by Mr. Bram Rodneck."
He looked nervously towards Hubert but was reassured by the expressionless face and that he wasn't looking at him but staring at the wall behind the chairman's chair.
A large monogram representing the Universal Dynamics logo was etched within the wall.
The prophets that took upon themselves to bring order and peace to the civilizations that they were born in, they had always meant well, hadn't they?
But how long did that order last?
The name of the prophets remained but for what purpose?
Why did the colorless logo etching made him think that there was a relation, he didn't know.
"The copies of the bill were provided to each member." Burly figure was saying. "And since ample time was provided to read and research the implications, we can now proceed to the voting."
He paused and waited but the only response was an unsuccessful attempt to suppress a cough.
"Furthermore, due to health issues, Mr. Bram could not be present today. I was appointed due to my intimate familiarity with the bill. I will submit myself to answer any questions raised by the board members."
He was half way down in the motion to sit down when he was frozen by Hubert's voice.
"Mister. Terry...?" Hubert raised his hand.
"Yes?" The burly made a tentative motion to get up.
"I know it's untimely... what's with the bill and all but I wanted to congratulate you."
"Congratulate me?" A confusing stare appeared on his face.
"As being the newest appointed for the board." Hubert's tone was earnest.
"Oh that... Well thanks you. Thank you very much." The confusion disappeared and was replaced by a well practiced self-consciousness as the Burly figure raised himself in stature.
"Are you not the youngest appointee to the board ever?"
"Oh yes. I am."
"And the brightest, I'd have to say, experience of age notwithstanding." Hubert's tone was slowly turning fatuous.
"Yes, well." His confidence started diminishing and he looked hopefully at the room for support.
"I mean it would be bad manners to..." He paused and looked at Hubert hopefully.
"To engage in self appraisal?" Hubert asked innocuously.
"Well yes, I guess."
"But just look at you. Presenting a motion of utmost importance, dare it say, vital? and you have only been here for how long?"
The burly figure opened his mouth no voice came out.
Hubert continued without waiting.
"3 months right? Excruciatingly brilliant of you to achieve such a milestone so quickly. Especially if you consider some of these gentlemen, who have been here for several decades and none can suggest such a bold motion. No offense intended to anyone present of course."
"I'm not sure what you are implying." Burly figure's voice has grown squeaky when he spoke.
"Oh nothing special. I'm just glad. In fact, I am a big admirer of your previous work."
"What -- what previous work?"
"The labor readjustment and reallocation division. Your work there, quite remarkable."
"It wasn't my fault." The voice was almost a scream.
"Oh?"
"It was a complex task. We could've succeeded if we had more resources." The sentences were spilling out like a boiling cauldron in a shrill voice.
The adjacent members were visibly sliding away.
The rest of the present were looking away.
Only the chairman was glancing at him with distaste and a slight boredom.
"You think so?" Hubert asked, his voice has taken a new harder tone while his face has grown implacable.
"Mr. Hubert. Is there a point to this conversation?"
The chairman asked.
"There is important business to conduct. And Mr. Terry's past is not on agenda today."
"I know." Hubert smiled.
"Well? Is there something that you wish to contribute to the actual agenda or are you just here to dig the graves of the past?"
"Oh I'm sorry. Was there to be a discussion about something?" Hubert asked.
"Yes. There was until you derailed it."
"Have I now?"
"Enough with the rhetorics. If there is something important you wish to say then let's say it."
"Nothing in particular. All I wanted is to point out a few notable facts about our youngest member. The facts that prove that he is the most qualified for such an undertaking as presenting this bill."
"What do you care he is or isn't."
A female voice rung like a trumpet before the chairman could respond.
The attention of everyone was shifted towards the voice's owner's figure.
The female figure that has stood up reminded Hubert of the letter D.
Her stolid posture does not make sense, Hubert thought.
One can only be stolid, he thought, if one knows something better than what is presented.
And yet, he felt that that is not what her stolidness was about.
Her pudgy body was visibly shaking in an attempt to remain standing straight but she was smiling.
The permanent expression of amusement on her face was such that one could not imagine her without.
It changed at times but only in intensity and as she stood, she looked at the people around the table as a wizened professor at children caught in a naughty act; a professor who knows that children do not like her and wanted to let them know how unimportant their opinion was to her.
All faced her except Hubert who slowly turned his head as one does towards the sight of an accident; something that has to be dealt with but isn't pleasant.
"He is stalling you all, don't you see?" Her voice rung loudly.
Her amused stare pointed at Hubert and held pride in the manner of a cardsharp who has caught an inferior cheat attempting to pull a card from under the sleeve.
She turned to him, the amused expression intensifying.
"You can't really cast the vote, can you Mr. Hubert? The board regulation that you so diligently cited; they don't allow it, do they?"
The accusatory tone held a tinge of self-satisfaction.
"I never said I was going to vote." Hubert replied slowly with a patient tone.
"Well?" She squeaked with amusement
"Why come here at all? Why bother? Why stage the childish drama unless--"
She paused, folding her arms with a finger resting on her chin and took a couple of steps away from Hubert.
She spun, her eyes sparkling with anticipation of the blow she was to deliver.
"Unless of course if the only purpose was to slow us down, undermine our good faith and waste our valuable time. But I shudder to think why would anyone do that? Hmmmm."
"I wonder." Hubert's sounded unimpressed.
"Well, I know why. You and that boss of yours, that unappetizing bimbo -- " She snorted "You have been herding the board for too long. Every time we attempt to take a decisive step... She comes up with a dramatic reason and those revealing clothes of her and everyone goes all mushy... Well we have had it! This time, I will not allow it."
Her face was growing red and her uneven breathing could be seen from under the unorderly layer of clothing.
"Mrs. Jordan!"
It was the impatient voice of the chairman who felt that his control was threatened by the overzealous tone.
Mrs. Jordan on the other hand took it that he was admonishing her over the descriptive phrases.
"Well it's true... You all know how manipulative that..." She whispered something under her breath.
"That's enough." The chairman felt compelled to interrupt now that he was misunderstood even though a part of him enjoyed the drama.
"Any complaints or issues against an active member need to go through proper channels."
"Oh I'm sorry but I couldn't help it." Mrs. Jordan made a gesture of bow. "It wasn't meant to be offensive to the you or any other members. It's just... Oh it boils my blood."
"Either way." The chairman breathed in the sense of acknowledgement of his authority and then turned to Hubert
"Well, Mr. Hubert, what do you say to that?"
"Say to what?"
"The accusations that you are here to stall the meeting" The chairmen felt dimly disappointed that Hubert showed no emotion.
"Nothing really."
"That's it?"
"I can't respond to any allegations, especially ones that weren't directed at my person."
"Well, if that's your stance." He cleared his throat. "You leave me no choice."
He shook his head with regret.
"Of course, I will talk personally with Miss Ayn. She has to respond to the allegations raised against her personally. However, for now, I will have to ask you-"
"Oh there is that one thing" Hubert said calmly.
"What thing?"
"There was a shred of truth in what Mrs. Jordan said though not intentional on her part."
"About you attempting to stall the meeting?" Chairman asked dryly.
"Not true."
"Than what was that shred of truth?" Chairman voice grew impatient.
"The part about me not being able to cast a vote."
"Well?"
"But if I'm not mistaken, she can."
"Who?" The raised questioning brow quickly turned into a state of befuddlement by the reflection he saw in Hubert's his eyes.
He quickly assumed the expression of cheerful surprise but was unable to make it appear natural.
He got up and hastened to the door.
The silhouette of the figure approaching casted on the glass looked like a young girl who has just crossed her teen years and has dressed up to look older than she is.
The face broke the estimates. It was mature and something suggested an enduring strength.
She opened the door and entered the room.
She was wearing a gray jacket and darker matching skirt clinging to the narrow hips.
She pulled off her jacket and one swift motion, uncovering a loose white blouse that suggested nothing but the effect was that it hid nothing.
A foremost business attire, Hubert thought, the purpose being to not draw attention to the fact of her being a female.
However, what Hubert felt was the exact opposite and he was unable to tear away his eyes from her.
Then he pulled away his eyes to take a momentary glance at the surroundings.
As always, he was perplex to realize that what he saw is not what they saw.
The expression on their faces was not of admiration but of awe and shock.
Sure, they should be surprised, he thought.
But how can a person let such a small take over his whole persona?
But he didn't ponder on the question for too long she was walking towards him and such quesetions were meaningless in her presence.
He noticed that her ashen blonde hair tied in to a bun was coming loose and it left strands of hair hanging on her forehead.
"Good evening everyone!" Her voice was excited and she was smiling with a simple joy.
"It's so good to be back." She breathed in the air and laughed.
"I am so sorry for being late." She spoke as she handed her jacket to Hubert who dutifully folded it.
"But I did send Hubert ahead to keep everyone company. I hope he did not prove to be a big bore."
"Ayn..."
The chairman has finally found his voice.
"My dear. It is so good to see you. I did not know that you were coming."
"Oh it's quite alright. I did not know it either but since I'm here, we shall start from the beginning. That is after Hubert demonstrate his charm and finds a way to get me a cup of coffee."
Mrs Jordan was looking away, her lips pursed tightly.
"Now than." She took a sip of the coffee. "I was going to have a giant orgy of a day but then I heard about this all so important bill and you know what? I couldn't wait to see attend to it in person so I chartered the first rocket our of that hole and here I am."
"Oh no. It's not important. Not at all. We can wait." The chairman spoke hastily. "Don't you worry about that. I'm glad that you are back but you must be so tired."
"I'm not that tired at all. In fact, have you travelled in one of these rockets? They are fun and the feeling you get when they reach the edge of space... but I digress. The point is, I'm not tired. It barely took one and a half hour and most of it was spend traveling to and from launchpad."
"THat's good. Because you know, there is a lot of discuss - A lot of important things that have been waiting your return."
"Are there now? Well, let's start with the bill."
"Oh screw the bill. It was just a temporary measure. But now that you are back, we can figure out how to resolve it permanently."
"Alright. Go ahead. What is it that needs resolution?"
"What?"
"I said go ahead. I'm all ears."
"Oh no no no. The time of board members is too precious. We cannot expect to waste it at our whim."
"Whereas mine isn't. But never mind that."
"Now why do you say things like that? You know damn well how important you are... to all of us." He gestured to the room and rows of heads nodded in agreement.
"Glad to know. Now what is that all important matter that needs to be discussed?"
"We will talk about it. Just you and me. You go get some rest first. It's important but we shan't hasten it." He gestured at the Burly figure who leapt to his feet to announce the adjournment of the meeting.
"I'm not tired but okay."
"It's critical that we talk soon."
"I am ready whenever you are. Find me now or later. Tell Hubert and he'll make an appointment."
"Oh I'll just pop over later. It's a simple matter. Simple but very important. We shan't be so formal about it." His voice changed colors as he spoke and it felt to her that she was looking at a video over a broken connection.
"As you wish."
"Great great! Oh and it was great seeing you back earlier than expected." He clapped and got up to his feet, rubbing his hands together.
"All right."
She has gotten in the elevator with Hubert when the chairman hastened up to enter the same elevator.
Hubert blocked the door to let him in.
"I thought I should see you out. Terrible weather today and those damn protestors getting on my nerves."
"What protestors?" She asked.
"Some anti machine fanatics. They claim that our tactics are hurting the local jobs market."
"Oh where are you going?" He said as Hubert pressed the button of a floor.
"To my office. I have to take care of a few things."
"Oh com on. It's late and you just crossed half the world. You should head home and rest."
"I'll see you later, Sid" She said with a tired patient voice.
"I wanted you to see the protestors." He said, his face withdrawn.
"Whatever for?"
"We need to be aware of the circumstances we live in."
She shook her head but didn't say anything as the elevator door open and they parted.
Ghost in the Fabric - Prelude
This is a much older piece that has been lying around, collecting dust. It isn't quite up-to my usual standards but I decided to post it nonetheless just to regather the motivation. Do let me know how you like it.


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Excerpt: Anna wakes up in an unfamiliar place without any memory of how she got there and begins to explore.
The unflinching beam of sunlight was prodding her slumbering eyelids and her lips quivered, mumbling inaudible syllables and she whisked herself under the thin sheets.
She dreamed of flying over an inexhaustible sea of clouds, stretching beyond field of vision. The wind whipped her face, convulsing it into numbness. A vaguely projected shape underneath kept fixed pace with her and when it begin to sharpen, she recognized it as her shadow. The shape went on shrinking as the clouds pulled closer and in a few moments, she dove into them. Cool drops of mist coalesced, brushing her cheeks and the rousing aroma of rain satiated her senses. The experience was brief and she emerged at the opposing end, leaving the luminescent softness behind. Her perspective was altered by a dark gradient canvas arching around the clear blue boundar
  BreakupShe quickly scanned her surroundings, hoping that no one had noticed her panicked face. The gesture was superfluous as the internet cafe was deserted.
The only other inhabitant was a shabby old man who sat in the furthest corner. She couldn't see his screen but the lewd grin and the awkward bulge was evidence to the kind of imagery that must be on the screen.
She shook her head, attempting to clear the disturbing image from her mind and focused her attention back on her own screen. The main page of 'cracksocial.com' strained her eyeballs with the blood red branding. Nothing to see there. The thin text listing the dialog with her boyfriend was displayed in the overlaid chat window. She tried to ignore the last line sent by him, reminding herself how pleasant an experience it usually was.
She recalled the romantic exchanges they'd had; the moment when he confessed his love. The awkward but alluring words. How he knew exactly what she wanted for her birthday. The sweet words he whispered
  The girl in the street - Part 1"Oi!" The voice was gay and held a piercing excitement rare enough to make him freeze at the spot.
He turned in search of the source and easily found it as one finds highlighted words in a paragraph.
The girl had a proud posture and stood erect holding her waist as if it would run away if she didn't.
Her face was colored by an unfazed eagerness that matched the one in her voice.
"I know you, don't I?" The pulsating living energy in her voice, made him feel a sudden dryness in his throat.
"Do you?" He eventually responded after an unusually long pause.
"Yes! I have read your stories." She clamored and he noticed that her voice was unusually loud for the petite frame and even more unusual was her unbridled confidence in it's use.
"All of them?" He inquired monotonously.
He watched as her face slowly contorted with amusement with a feeble attempt to control it and then she burst into a laugh.
He decided that he liked her quite a lot since anyone able to experience such an uncontrollable j
  What's your name"Hey!" The pink lipped girl waved and reached up to him.
She was smiling in cheery anticipation but the disposition dimmed when she met his eyes.
"Hello"
"How are you doing?" She felt a tingle of victory in her ability to keep the upbeat tone contrary to the icy response.
"Easily"
"What?"
"How am I doing... was it not your question?"
"No that's not... I meant, how. are. you?" Again, she shook of the annoyance, simply and spaced her words like one should in responding to silliness and declaring her determination.
"Fleshy."
She had to subvert the instinctive reaction but a thin crease wrinkled on her nose.
"I'm sorry but I don't think we have been introduced."
"Rest easy as such actions are easily forgivable."
"Huh?"
He didn't say anything, instead focusing on the corner of a window and following his glance, she saw a spider weaving it's web.
"What's you name then?"
"Man001 and yours?"
"What the... what kind of name is that?"
"The kind that can keep the preconceived notions away for a li
  Chapter 1 - The End is the beginning - Part 2She sat lazing in a kneeling posture but her mind was alert.
The anguish had only lasted a handful of moments and had ended with the swift conclusion to not give it any significance more than a freak accident that she had survived.
She was alive and that was enough for now; which left the niggling question of how and who had rescued her.
After debating the possibilities, sorting them in order, top being most heroic and bottom being most likely to be true, and trimming away the redundant, she came upon 3 hypothesis.
She may have crawled to safety; safety being across the border a mile or so further down from where she had fell.
But then recalling the condition she had been in, she had to disembark it to bottom of the list.
A knight in a shining but as in yet undiscovered-metallic (or similarly exotic) armor may have swooped down, fighting off the baddies, carrying her to safety; optionally using the flying stallion's (or space-ship) as transport.
Only that even after barring the glaring
  The Absolutes or How the Beginning Begun- The Absolutes or How the Beginning Begun -
In the beginning there was nothing.
The difficulty in defining it comes not from whether the lack was of matter or time or both. But from the fact the attempting to define it or even do as little as imagine it ends up destroying it due to the very nature of what an absolute nothingness is.
In fact, an old legend has been spoken amongst the most ancient civilizations of the universe, the ones that somehow managed to survive (or amongst the ruins of such).
The legend goes on to say that a nothingness cannot withstand the tiniest attempt of being observed.
Secondly another property of nothingness is that it's extremely unstable.
The legend is accompanied by a tale of a beings referred to as the Absolutes. The tale goes as such:
Before the currents of time, the fabric of space and before the galaxies and what we now refer to as the universe existed, there existed the Absolutes.
One thing that is universally true about any tale is that if told an
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