I hear the soft ticking noise of the clock, I sit by the window watching the cars go by. As the tires splash through the puddles on the road, it reminds me of the waves at the ocean. All that is missing is the sound of the seagulls squawking to each other. I wonder when it will come back. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The clock brings my mind back to reality. I look at the time and see that it is 1:30 a.m. I sit and wait. The rain taps the roof in a fast rhythm. What am I waiting for? Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. 2:45 a.m. The rain still hadn’t stopped. 3:30 a.m. A small tint of light shown through the window. The rain had slowed to a drizzle. Daylight was coming soon.
I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. I know you loved him I really did. But one day I saw him there Staring at me through the glass, next thing I know it all happened so fast. Into the woods streaking Past trees We galloped like Newfound souls. Loving, Daring, Our hands felt like puzzle pieces Every sharp edge and delicate curve matching up to a perfect fit. Our love was wild and terrifying. Our love was Ours. But, I know you loved him. I really did, I'm sorry.
Humans Stop Creating Cyborgs In recent news the first ever Cyborg has taken his life and told us to stop creating Cyborgs. This is his goodbye.
“My name is Joseph William Smith and I am a Cyborg. I am the first and “hopefully the last ever” Cyborg. When I was a kid I watched the movies about Robocop, saw Doctor Who with the Cybermen and I loved to read about Cyborg and Deathlok. I always had thought Cyborgs were cool. I thought they had the good life being smart, more powerful superheroes, but I was wrong. It isn’t glorious. It isn’t amazing. It’s horrible. I signed up after I went to war to be a hero and got hit by a bomb. I lost my legs, arm and other bits and pieces. I signed up to help protect my country, to serve and stand by my team. All I became was a weapon designed to get the job done just like a robot. My team didn’t care about me. I was a monster an abomination. My creators designed me to be able to have emotion, and to be able to turn it off and not feel remorse. It didn’t work. I feel remorse, I feel emotion, but I also feel I have to follow orders. There creation failed I am not machine. I have emotion. I am not human I need to serve. This story is to the generations that come next, to the people of the future, warning them to never join machine and man. It is not meant to be. I can’t take this feeling of duty and remorse. This desire to become human or robot. The longing to be normal, not a freak. I grew up being a nerd and kicked out of the social categories all together. The nerds didn’t even want me. When I joined the military I found a family and lost my family. Becoming a Cyborg made me even more of a freak. Even the kindest person would not be able to try to become friends with me. My robot side is competitive; my human side is longing for awareness. These emotions are too much, too sad, and too painful. This is my goodbye. I hope you realise never to make a Cyborg again because the pain is unbearable. I hope the future is brighter with one less freak.”
We wish his family and brethren condolences and we hope that people realise to stop the creation of cyborgs. The future can use less pain a war and this is a path we should not follow. I feel bad for Mr. Smith and I hope we stop. We should not toy with human emotion and our own evolution. We should not try to create more powerful humans and I hope we have learned our lesson before it is too late –by Sage WhiteCloud
I am sorry promt Days weeks, months, and now even years it has been since I have seen you and I think about you almost every single day sometimes I wonder what you are doing in that orange suit they have put you in and I wonder if they give you fried chicken I wish you knew why I did it I did it for you but I mostly did it for her I wish you could understand, but you rarely do Sometimes I think about you and I become really sad and I think to myself I'm sorry so so sorry. But I realize that is what you should be saying to me and you know why. Sadly no matter what I think of you I sadly still miss you but I will not be seeing you very soon.
There’s that rush of emotion Regret turns to anger Anger turns to hatred I hate myself For what I did I hate myself You didn’t deserve it... And I’m sorry... I’m so sorry You saw what you saw And I did what did I didn’t have a choice. They made me do it. I swear You didn’t deserve it. You were so innocent, You were so cute. I’m sorry I ate you You little sandwich
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I hear the soft ticking noise of the clock,
I sit by the window watching the cars go by.
As the tires splash through the puddles on the road,
it reminds me of the waves at the ocean.
All that is missing is the sound of the seagulls squawking to each other.
I wonder when it will come back.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The clock brings my mind back to reality.
I look at the time and see that it is 1:30 a.m.
I sit and wait.
The rain taps the roof in a fast rhythm.
What am I waiting for?
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
2:45 a.m.
The rain still hadn’t stopped.
3:30 a.m.
A small tint of light shown through the window.
The rain had slowed to a drizzle.
Daylight was coming soon.
Prompt: General (Due April 3)
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DeletePrompt: Sorry
ReplyDeleteI'm Sorry
I'm sorry...I'm so sorry.
I know you loved him
I really did.
But one day I saw him there
Staring at me through the glass,
next thing I know
it all happened so fast.
Into the woods streaking
Past trees
We galloped like
Newfound souls. Loving,
Daring,
Our hands felt like puzzle pieces
Every sharp edge and delicate curve matching up to a
perfect fit.
Our love was wild and terrifying.
Our love was
Ours.
But,
I know you loved him.
I really did,
I'm sorry.
Humans Stop Creating Cyborgs
ReplyDeleteIn recent news the first ever Cyborg has taken his life and told us to stop creating Cyborgs. This is his goodbye.
“My name is Joseph William Smith and I am a Cyborg. I am the first and “hopefully the last ever” Cyborg. When I was a kid I watched the movies about Robocop, saw Doctor Who with the Cybermen and I loved to read about Cyborg and Deathlok. I always had thought Cyborgs were cool. I thought they had the good life being smart, more powerful superheroes, but I was wrong. It isn’t glorious. It isn’t amazing. It’s horrible. I signed up after I went to war to be a hero and got hit by a bomb. I lost my legs, arm and other bits and pieces. I signed up to help protect my country, to serve and stand by my team. All I became was a weapon designed to get the job done just like a robot. My team didn’t care about me. I was a monster an abomination. My creators designed me to be able to have emotion, and to be able to turn it off and not feel remorse. It didn’t work. I feel remorse, I feel emotion, but I also feel I have to follow orders. There creation failed I am not machine. I have emotion. I am not human I need to serve. This story is to the generations that come next, to the people of the future, warning them to never join machine and man. It is not meant to be. I can’t take this feeling of duty and remorse. This desire to become human or robot. The longing to be normal, not a freak. I grew up being a nerd and kicked out of the social categories all together. The nerds didn’t even want me. When I joined the military I found a family and lost my family. Becoming a Cyborg made me even more of a freak. Even the kindest person would not be able to try to become friends with me. My robot side is competitive; my human side is longing for awareness. These emotions are too much, too sad, and too painful. This is my goodbye. I hope you realise never to make a Cyborg again because the pain is unbearable. I hope the future is brighter with one less freak.”
We wish his family and brethren condolences and we hope that people realise to stop the creation of cyborgs. The future can use less pain a war and this is a path we should not follow. I feel bad for Mr. Smith and I hope we stop. We should not toy with human emotion and our own evolution. We should not try to create more powerful humans and I hope we have learned our lesson before it is too late
–by Sage WhiteCloud
I am sorry promt
ReplyDeleteDays weeks, months, and now even years it has been since I have seen you
and I think about you almost every single day
sometimes
I wonder what you are doing in that orange suit they have put you in and I wonder if they give you fried chicken
I wish you knew why I did it
I did it for you
but I mostly did it for her
I wish you could understand, but you rarely do
Sometimes I think about you
and I become really sad
and I think to myself
I'm sorry
so so sorry.
But I realize that is what you should be saying to me
and you know why.
Sadly
no matter what I think of you
I sadly
still miss you
but I will not be seeing you very soon.
There’s that rush of emotion
ReplyDeleteRegret turns to anger
Anger turns to hatred
I hate myself
For what I did
I hate myself
You didn’t deserve it...
And I’m sorry... I’m so sorry
You saw what you saw
And I did what did
I didn’t have a choice.
They made me do it.
I swear
You didn’t deserve it.
You were so innocent,
You were so cute.
I’m sorry I ate you
You little sandwich