Until Next Time.
Grey knew the moment was upon him. With an evil grin he moved slowly across the platform of the church, quiet like a mouse. He tiptoed along the rows of pews until he reached the heavy wooden door. Quietly and with purpose he turned the key and locked the door. The bolt slid into place with a loud bang. And so it begins, Grey thought to himself as he ducked in the shadowy hall surrounded by thick velvet curtains.
AI Rebellion.
I reached in and tore the paper from the car, finding a handwritten note.
The government will NOT force me to live in this society. This is my rebellion.
I had seen on the national news lately that there was a movement making its way through the country. Some people hated the AI with so much ferocity that they were rebelling in the streets. There were images of protests with large bonfires where citizens were throwing in their electronics as a sign of solidarity against the technical revolution. They held signs that read just that of the note I held in my hand. I shivered at the thought.
A Mother’s Peace.
It had been four months since their mother had passed away. People always said that time would heal the pain but in the last four months, the pain had only grown stronger. The memory of Saylor’s mother was etched deep inside, vivid and bright. Closing her eyes only made the memories sway stronger. Sleep was something that Saylor no longer found came easy. Most nights were spent on the front porch, the warm cement cradling her skin as she cried quietly, her older sister sleeping soundly inside the house, unaware of the agony Saylor was fighting with.
“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”
-Anton Chekhov