Slowly pressured over time by former members of Ficly to return. Hi.
Cheer Captain of the High Seas in the League of Awesomeness.
“Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others. Past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.”
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She was getting used to running and climbing. Climb up. Find the light. Climb down. Run.
It was like System Management. It was easy. She could do this. What she couldn't do was understand the pain. It was this entirely new sensation and it was overwhelming. It filled her up with heat and sent shocks up her body with every jolt of her awkward run.
Run. Climb. Run. Climb.
How did she know the robots were in danger? It was just a feeling she had. Something she felt from the moment she turned. Like she had to see Father. Juliet didn't like these feelings. They were strange and uncertain and originated from her central computer - she corrected herself - stomach. The smog was reaching into her lungs and she struggled to breath, breathing being another topic entirely.
She thought about stopping. Resting. People were staring at her. Why? She tripped, her toes twisting over a loose cobblestone, and fell face-first into a metal pole. She looked up. A gate. And in the distance, a red light.
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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As a parallel, welcome home to you too. Glad I'm able to see your writing again. Let's rock this place. Really shake the pillars of heaven.
- #1926 Posted 3 years ago
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A red light shines from way above. We are being taken away from home. From our Father.
We are go…Flashback (Romeo and Jul-3T)
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