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Irel
@IrelsMusings
INTJ▪️1w9/2▪️city development manager/communicator▪️allied health professional▪️spark of change▪️advocate of Christ
Apr 18, 2019 • 11 tweets • 3 min read
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The halls had windows. I looked out the window each time I went up a level, and each time I gazed out, the view was changing. The outside world was becoming livelier, more vibrant, and cleaner. The buildings weren’t so imposing and box-like anymore but came in different shapes, colors, and sizes. I felt like the top level was within reach.

I lost count of the number of levels I climbed but since the halls have gotten smaller as I went higher,
Apr 10, 2019 • 21 tweets • 4 min read
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I moved fast. I bolted straight for my companion and pressed its switch. “Wake up! Let’s get out of here,” I whispered as I shook it hard. It moved and stood upright all of a sudden. It didn’t seem sentient like me but still followed my commands. Thankfully, the door was left unlocked. Just as I opened it, the man emerged from the backroom.

“Why you…” The rest of the words trailed off as I ran for dear life, dragging the other robot by the arm.
Apr 3, 2019 • 10 tweets • 2 min read
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I realized with dread that my arms and fingers were made of iron. I was very much like the thing beside me. I was a robot. Panic overwhelmed me. I started blacking out but fought against it as I steadied my thin mechanical legs. I started noticing the wires and contraptions dangling from my extremities as I flailed about.
Mar 28, 2019 • 8 tweets • 2 min read
I dreamed a dream.

I started to open my eyes. I couldn’t move. I felt stiff as if all my joints were ridden with rust. My vision was hazy as I scanned my environs but the shutters of my eyes eventually adjusted focus. It was an unusually small living room with random household objects scattered about, not too tidy and not too messy. The walls and the ceiling were white with filtered sunlight coming from the tiny glass windows to illumine the room.