Anyway, it's a miracle that I woke up, I only come when it's hard for her, she calls me when she can't deal with real life... A bother? Not at all, a chance to be back to life...
"A waste to society, a society that is fast, faster, faster than fast... And me, slow, old or maybe just human, not a human-machine, not a faster than fast human, just a human or better, a human-waste... Sometimes being a waste gives you reason to recycle all your shit, your shit-self, maybe I can get all of my shit and go fertilize a new life..."
Later, when the market was closing, the manager just left an envelope wish some money in his locker "Thank you for your service, you are fired."
He was not surprised, he remembered that 1-second interaction from early and like an addicted, he wanted more of that and so he happily walked past that door and started his journey to find his humanity again.
THE OLD MAN - THE END
As I've told you, a shit tale, a faster than fast tale, no time to waste... Waste? For whom? Writing something so fast that it's not even worth reading, so I've just wasted your time, your life... And mine too... What a shit cycle...
Life...
Let me tell you a short tale, not a good one, actually a shit one, since I don't have much time to revise or anything... Controlling other's people body requires too much energy and without the moon, I can't recharge...
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THE OLD MAN
An old man was there all alone in his cashier, speacially after the market implemented that "self-pay" system and no one seems to believe he was capable of a fast service... "A waste to society", the man thought...
Suddenly, a woman, around the forties came, looked at 1 human cashier and 9 self-pay cashiers, all empty.
"The choice is obvious", the man thought, "she's going to choose self-pay", but that day, their eyes crossed and she chose the human, that tiny 1-second interaction changed his life, he was a choice to someone and maybe people still prefer human interaction or maybe she thought he could be faster than herself in the self-pay, who knows... Maybe she felt ashamed to choose the machine after looking into his eyes...
That little excitement was gone without a word, not even a good morning as she went her way.
That little excitement was gone without a word, not even a good morning as she went her way.
"A waste to society", the man thought again...
As busy the day got, no one chose him again. He had the whole day to dream or better, to wonder...
"A waste to society, a society that is fast, faster, faster than fast... And me, slow, old or maybe just human, not a human-machine, not a faster than fast human, just a human or better, a human-waste... Sometimes being a waste gives you reason to recycle all your shit, your shit-self, maybe I can get all of my shit and go fertilize a new life..."
Later, when the market was closing, the manager just left an envelope wish some money in his locker "Thank you for your service, you are fired."
He was not surprised, he remembered that 1-second interaction from early and like an addicted, he wanted more of that and so he happily walked past that door and started his journey to find his humanity again.
THE OLD MAN - THE END
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As I've told you, a shit tale, a faster than fast tale, no time to waste... Waste? For whom? Writing something so fast that it's not even worth reading, so I've just wasted your time, your life... And mine too... What a shit cycle...
As always, with love, Erica of the Dawn.
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Author's note:
I hope you've enjoyed this short story, I'm no professional writer and my mother language is not english, so feel comfortable to give advice and feedback.
More about me > https://linktr.ee/patriciamiyazima
Thanks for reading!
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