"I" Dream

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A personal sci-fi short story.

Submitted: July 15, 2007

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Submitted: July 15, 2007



Life is always in black and white, where nothing is ever in color. Here I am standing in front of an old and rusty steel door, pressing anxiously on the button of a dirty broken down communication box. A blurry image of a skinny old man appear on the small slightly crack screen. I barely can hear his static voice from the speaker," What do you want now?". I answer him without looking directly at the camera focusing on me from above the steel door,"I really need another fix, please? Just one more time, and I promise ... ". Before I could finish my sentence, the screen went blank and there is this dreadful silence in the air.

A few minutes later, I could hear the sound of a heavy iron crashing on the floor, and the steel door start to drag itself open by grinding against the cocreate floor. A greyish, slimy and disfigure looking monster greet me with his deep and echoing voice," Come in before my master change his mind". I step inside hastily and feeling relieve to be away from the haunting darkness of the night. The room is a humongous art studio, and in the center stand a sad looking stone head, where a group of mannequins androids were rushing to complete another half of his smiling face mask which is made of metal. Making the sculpture rise gloriously from the dust to be alive and living eternally.

I notice a tall hunchback figure slowly stepping out from behind the pillar darkness. He question my admiration with a smirking smile,"Admiring my latest creation, did not you?". "Yes, professor and my dreams is indeed real!", hoping for his acknowledgement, he gave a cautious reply,"You cannot dream ...", and further disappointing me," ... you are a robot!".

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