Sample Entry Two: The communal room was barren, not unlike the buildings the DA-5 had made a shelter out of on their travels. It was a far cry from the bustling main room of the household, with neither children nor a large widescreen, but rather a chair on which Tao sat, his legs crossed and head inclined to the dated phone in his grasp.
"In the end, there wasn't anything interesting," he sighed, tapping his propped knee.
He was going mad. His finger were cramped, aching for the touch of a working keyboard. The pent up energy broiled in his restless figure, stretching his limbs as he sprawled lethargically against the chair. There was that nagging in the back of his mind again – not just from the feeling of being watched in Haven, but also the tragic lack of an outlet for his technology needs.
Were his memory not exceptional, he would have long lost any form of storage for information. Of which, he admitted, there was an abundance. With so little known, Haven brimmed with mysterious potential. One discovery would lead to two questions, the answers to which would yield three more puzzles. It was endless, though, of course, there had to be an end somewhere down the line.
Yes. That consoled him. With a deep intake of breath, then a long exhale, Tao leaped onto his feet.
"Right . . . it's time to get some work done."
He needed to return home before he could get paid again. See the children again. Mingle with the household again.
Pocketing the phone, he strolled with purpose out of the communal area.
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Sample Entry: Weirdo. You call that a meeting?
Sample Entry Two: The communal room was barren, not unlike the buildings the DA-5 had made a shelter out of on their travels. It was a far cry from the bustling main room of the household, with neither children nor a large widescreen, but rather a chair on which Tao sat, his legs crossed and head inclined to the dated phone in his grasp.
"In the end, there wasn't anything interesting," he sighed, tapping his propped knee.
He was going mad. His finger were cramped, aching for the touch of a working keyboard. The pent up energy broiled in his restless figure, stretching his limbs as he sprawled lethargically against the chair. There was that nagging in the back of his mind again – not just from the feeling of being watched in Haven, but also the tragic lack of an outlet for his technology needs.
Were his memory not exceptional, he would have long lost any form of storage for information. Of which, he admitted, there was an abundance. With so little known, Haven brimmed with mysterious potential. One discovery would lead to two questions, the answers to which would yield three more puzzles. It was endless, though, of course, there had to be an end somewhere down the line.
Yes. That consoled him. With a deep intake of breath, then a long exhale, Tao leaped onto his feet.
"Right . . . it's time to get some work done."
He needed to return home before he could get paid again. See the children again. Mingle with the household again.
Pocketing the phone, he strolled with purpose out of the communal area.