It Is Over

I had the dream again.

I was walking in the abandoned factory. There were pieces of equipment everywhere, as before. The strange thing was that when I looked back at one again, it wasn't there. This had never ceased to unnerve me.
I was in a long corridor, and the walls were all a stainless clean white. I could almost smell what was unpleasantly like hospital sterilising spray.
I came to the end and flung open the door I found there. When I saw what lay beyond, I gasped.
There were three massive towers, reaching way, way up into the sky. Attached to each of the sides of the towers were pieces of junk, old machinery.
My blood chilled as I realised that it was the equipment I had passed in the factory.
It was at that point that  heard the voice. It was deep, yet high at the same time. It was insistent, urging, and what is worse, I wanted to respond to it.
"Come to me." It said. "Come to your maker."
This time, I did not resist. Rather, I went with joy and pride and excitement and happiness and sympathy and delight and cheer and exultation and mirth and-

I no longer feel them.

I joined my master and rose again. Now I stand in my room at the window, awake, observing the outside world with a detached emotionless outlook.

I wonder idly how much my family felt the pain as I killed them. It's not really important.

*****
Thoughtborn report to the King of the Tower.

Towerborn conversion complete.
All processes complete.
First test complete.
*****

I am Towerborn.

A Post-Christmas Carol

It's after Christmas.
It's January, but it's snowing here, it's deep and cold snow.

I took a stroll through the town today. I passed so many people, homeless, living on the streets, sleeping on the streets, dying on the streets.

I didn't feel a thing.

Gone is my pity.
Gone is my sympathy.
Gone is my care.

Emotionless I passed them, leaving them to their deserving fate.

The ring digs deep into my finger, almost a part of me now. I realise the truth, I see my destiny ahead, as clear as the smoothest lake on the calmest day.

I am going now.

The Ring

Here's a picture I took with my laptop webcam. I hope it's clear enough.

Yes, it's on my little finger. No, it's not very far up. No, no amount of soap and water seem to remove it.

The Oddest Thing

I went to the jeweler's as I said, to get the ring cut and widened. I don't know why I felt so... attracted to it; it wasn't even gold or silver but a thin ring of some unknown metal.
I'll see if I can get a picture of it up, just to show how worthless it seems - yet so special it felt to me.
This morning I woke up and the ring looked like it shrank. I couldn't even get it off my finger, it was digging in almost.
On the bright side, it's snowing here!

A Bright Light Ahead?

My life has been normal ever since that incident. I'm beginning to think the Fears truly intend to leave me alone. There's only been one thing.
That ring I found? I've been wearing it ever since, and I must have had a growth spurt suddenly, because I can't seem to get it off. I'm taking it to a jeweler's to get it cut and the band widened.

Oh, lovely, beautiful mundane world. How I love thee.

01010101010

Well, aren't you a smart little human.

I'll give you a hint: don't do the Hobbit with that ring of yours, or you'll regret it later.
01001111 01110010 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110010 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00101110
Oh, you can't resist it, can you? You just have to reach for it and slip it around your finger...
Have a nice day.
-01001100 01100101 00100000 01000110 01100001 01111001


EDIT: I just found this post by 'Tigrisian', or whatever they're calling themself now. While it's true I did find a ring yesterday, it was just a small band of metal. Worthless really.
Yet... I ended up keeping it.
-Stripes

EDIT 2: What's with all the binary code, as well?

This Is Not Supposed To Happen

All right people, game's over.

I haven't been on Blogger since yesterday afternoon. I've come back today and what do I see? A new post, with over thirty comments and a user calling themself 'Tigrisian' claiming to be my brother.

I don't have a brother.

Whoever you are, get off my account!

It's true I sent that email. It's not true I was out yesterday.
Something did this while I was asleep... I don't like that thought.