I, Chess

“Do you Chess?”

She finally asked me! All these months, and even though she knew I wouldn’t answer her verbally, she finally asked! If I could weep, I would have cried tears of joy. To be asked to play chess, to interact with my maker on a level that would bring our minds together, was beyond compare.

Though futile, I still tried to answer, quivering as my insides spun and sputtered. My form wobbled, the counterbalances along my Drives wavering enough that the discs running my central drive hesitated. I blinked. She smiled. Continue reading

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SEVENTY-SIX, 2.0

Jax spent his time wondering about Isabella. Where she was from, why she constantly sat on her front porch staring at him and the rest of the neighborhood. Why had she come here? What did she know about them that seemed to draw her attention? Continue reading