S.T. Rogers's Blog, page 4

The police had been looking for this character for a week, and she had found him in less than...

The police had been looking for this character for a week, and she had found him in less than twenty-four hours. Maybe she should consider police work. Her writing career was probably over. 

Him: I didn’t figure you’d be this hot. Weird. You write like you’re fat, you know.

Him: I didn’t figure you’d be this hot. Weird. You write like you’re fat, you know.

Her: I wasn’t aware of that.

“You know what that is, sweety?” Shell asked. “That’s a purple heart. That’s what they give you when...

“You know what that is, sweety?” Shell asked. “That’s a purple heart. That’s what they give you when a bomb goes off and your brain gets too badly shaken to continue fighting. They don’t give you any goddamned money, they give you a purple heart.” 

“You don’t trust me?” Rachel asked. “Why not?” “For one,” Shell said, “you don’t trust me. A...

“You don’t trust me?” Rachel asked. “Why not?”

“For one,” Shell said, “you don’t trust me. A person is more likely to backstab someone they think is going to backstab them. You won’t give me the money I’m asking for. You’ll turn me over to the police when all of this is done.”

“I won’t,” she said. “I’ll pay you in advance if you want.”

“Don’t matter,” Shell said. “Because there’s also the fact that I won’t work with some stuck up bitch from the North with a fancy college degree and all kinds of fancy electronics shoved up her ass. I don’t work with people like that. And guess what, sweety? If I’m not working with you, then you’re my competition.” 

No one can say for sure why we dream. I am beginning to wonder if anyone can say for sure why we do...

No one can say for sure why we dream. I am beginning to wonder if anyone can say for sure why we do anything. Some say that dreaming is a form of taking out the garbage, that the mind is getting rid of images and thoughts that it no longer needs. Some say that upon the moment of shutdown, the brain goes haywire for a moment and plays a chaotic and meaningless story. Some say that dreams speak in the language of our subconscious, in the language of our souls, perhaps, and are telling us coded secrets. Some say it is God telling us these secrets. 

There was a moment, before Louis looked up, where Fisher could not tell that he was a robot at all....

There was a moment, before Louis looked up, where Fisher could not tell that he was a robot at all. His hair had product in it and was perfectly styled. He wore loose jeans and a blue and white striped shirt. He was flawless. He looked completely human. It made Fisher dizzy. 

There was silence between the two robots for a moment and Fisher found himself staring at the...

There was silence between the two robots for a moment and Fisher found himself staring at the television even though it was turned off. He saw a black version of himself in the screen, small and stiff. Fisher often felt like a freak in the presence of other people. Everyone stared at him, he thought. Even in the privacy of Louis’ apartment, with only another robot observing him, he felt different. Maybe he should start working again, create skin for himself like he had for Louis. Maybe he could have a complete face, maybe start wearing clothes. 

There was no God, Fisher now knew, there was no almighty power looking over us. There was only chaos...

There was no God, Fisher now knew, there was no almighty power looking over us. There was only chaos and senseless death. He shut Louis down that night and worked until the dawn making sure that his protégé was programmed to never consider the option of a higher power. What Louis saw with his own eyes was reality and there was nothing beyond it. Faith was a long road and at the end of this road was pain and disillusionment. Louis would not travel this road. He would have better things to do. 

“Do you truly believe that God wants us to hurt and torture, even kill those who disagree with us?...

“Do you truly believe that God wants us to hurt and torture, even kill those who disagree with us? Shame on you if you do. Shame on you. I will be the first to admit, the Bible has some gray areas. But one thing is made perfectly clear: Thou shalt not kill.” 

“People don’t think,” Shell said. “People don’t use their heads. The only thing people use their...

“People don’t think,” Shell said. “People don’t use their heads. The only thing people use their heads for is bad hair cuts.”