It all looks rather bleak if I do say so, I would have thought that the great king Emerald Embronite would have gone the whole nines. Looking around I only count forty-five gem laden elephants, when last summer he had forty-seven. I suppose a blue whale in the second story pool makes up for that … Continue reading Journal Entry: Bryan
The planet is a merciless wasteland of tormenting sand storms, bitterly cold nights and thousand degree days. Luckily for me I have a nice cold mojito, a sun hat and two stick to rub together. You may be asking yourself why I would put myself in this situation, a situation of danger and adventure. Well … Continue reading Journal Entry: Sebastian
Somewhere on this space station, 2.22 hours ago, my first hand was killed by a Hongorphin. I am stuck in the cargo bay for now trying to find a way out, with every exit sealed and Hongorphin soldiers running around that seems like an impossibility. If the Solaris can make it here in time I … Continue reading Journal Entry: Connection Lost
When I was born, there was no happiness; just twenty thousand unassembled brothers and sisters standing behind me on the conveyer belt. When a soul was given to me by the mother computer she did not smile at me or give me a name, she beeped once for completion and worked on the next one. … Continue reading Journal Entry: Serial # 155683-55 B Class
The bad men who took my masters home are picking at it like a young vulture at a carcass, highly interested but no real idea where the good meat is. They cannot see or hear me; I am but a phantasm floating in the dark sky. I can see them, I can see the small … Continue reading Journal Entry: Penn
The past couple of days have been extraordinarily dull. I get up and have breakfast, go to work and comeback. Day in day out, all the same, nothing has changed, until today. I have decided to take matters into my own hands and make my day exciting again. I woke up today same as I … Continue reading Journal Entry: George
The car ride to the upper district in the early hours of the morning is always cold and lonely in more ways than one. Tabatha told me the old man paid in full just a couple of hours ago, it’s a good thing he is nice. I park in his driveway a little bit past … Continue reading Journal Entry: Erica
