Get to know your fellow VGFers: Tell your life's story - Page 2

MASALOBOTOMY · 06-19-2008, 08:07 PM

I'd prefer not to say much about my life on a public forum, if your intrested mind, ask me on AIM or PM.

Lets just say it hasn't been as fun and easy as my personality would indicate.

Bomby · 06-19-2008, 10:18 PM

2047
by Chow Mo-Wan

Everyone who goes to 2046 has the same intention, they want to recapture lost memories. Because in 2046 nothing ever changes. But, nobody knows if that is true or not because no-one has ever come back. Except for me.

Whenever someone asked why I left 2046, I always gave them some vague answer. It was easier.

Being the lone passenger on the train, I stared out the passenger window, counting the numbers as they went by. 993... 994... 995... The lack of humanity surrounding me filled me with an uncomfortable solitude. I could feel it in my chest as I exhaled: the familiar feeling of loneliness in its psycho-physical manifestation.

The android attendant passed me by on the train, and she refilled my empty cup of tea. As the familiar scent of Wulong wafted up to my nose, all I could think of was how a full cup of tea could not make up for an empty soul.

I once fell in love with someone. After a while she was gone. I couldn't stop wondering if she loved me or not. I went to 2046 hoping to find her there. But I never found her. As I continued to watch the numbers, I was reminded of her. 1078... 1079... 1080...

Each day that passed on that train seemed longer than the last. I remember when I boarded the train, at 701. I spoke to the the conductor, Mr. Wang. He was proud of the android attendants he had created, who were so realistic looking that, if not for their robotic movement, could easily be mistaken for real human beings. He warned me, however, to not fall in love with them. Apparently, many a passenger before me had done so, only to be disappointed with the results.

1224 and 1225 are especially cold to pass by. Because of this, passengers are encouraged by the train staff to hold each other, to avoid hypothermia or other complications from the intensely low temperatures.

Since I was the only passenger on the train, I had no choice but to grab hold of the nearest android attendant. She seemed to be a bit surprised by my choice, but nonetheless seemed to enjoy the warm embrace. As we stood in the train, caressing each other tenderly, I felt a sensation that I haven't felt in years. Though I wanted to stay wrapped in her long, black hair and warm brown eyes forever, things started to warm up considerably by the time we reached 1226. I knew I had to let go.

Every time she passed me by on the train, I was reminded of 1224 and 1225, and the warmth we shared. Would it be too harmful to have a casual conversation with her every once in a while? But the conversations were never casual.

One day I explained an ancient custom to her.

"Do you know what people did in the old days when they had secrets they didn't want to share? They'd climb a moutain, find a tree, carve a hole in it, whisper the secret into the hole and cover it up with mud. That way, nobody else would ever learn the secret."

With her hand, she formed the shape of a hole carved into a tree, and placed it near my mouth. As I was about to speak, she withdrew it.

"I have a secret to tell you," I said. She slowly brought it up again. I held her arm close to me. "Will you leave with me?"

She did not respond. I tried again the next day.

"I want to know how you feel. I'm scared to hear your answer but, I need to know. Do you like me? Or not. Leave with me."

Once again, she did not respond.

The familiar feeling of isolation set in me. I spoke to Mr. Wang again, hoping to find some sort of answer.

"Our cabin attendants are superbly designed... But there's only one problem : when they've served on so many long journeys, fatigue begins to set it. For example, they might want to laugh, but the smile would be slow to come. They might want to cry, but the tear wouldn't well up till the next day. This particular model seems to be fading fast."

I once fell in love with someone. I couldn't stop wondering if she loved me back. I found an android which looked just like her. I hoped she would give me the answer. I decided to give it one last try.

"Let's see each other again. Then, if you think we shouldn't be together, tell me so frankly... That day, six years ago, a rainbow appeared in my heart. It's still there, like a flame burning inside me. But what are your real feelings for me? Are they like a rainbow after the rain? Or did that rainbow fade away long ago?"

No response. As I recall, that's the very last time we saw each other.

I slowly began to doubt myself. Maybe the reason she didn't answer was not that her reactions were delayed but simply that she didn't love me. So at last, I got it. It's entirely beyond my control. The only thing left for me... was to give up.

He didn't turn back. It's as if he boarded a very long train headed for a drowsy future through the unfathomable night...

06-19-2008, 08:07 PM	#21
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06-19-2008, 10:18 PM	#22
Bomby VGF's Resident Lennonist Join Date: Jun 2000 Location: Caught beneath the landslide in a champagne supernover in the sky Gender: Posts: 15,548 Thanks: 234 Thanked 717 Times in 455 Posts Blog Entries: 4 Points: 8,055.66 Bank: 5,253,335.93 Total Points: 5,261,391.59 Donate	2047 by Chow Mo-Wan Everyone who goes to 2046 has the same intention, they want to recapture lost memories. Because in 2046 nothing ever changes. But, nobody knows if that is true or not because no-one has ever come back. Except for me. Whenever someone asked why I left 2046, I always gave them some vague answer. It was easier. Being the lone passenger on the train, I stared out the passenger window, counting the numbers as they went by. 993... 994... 995... The lack of humanity surrounding me filled me with an uncomfortable solitude. I could feel it in my chest as I exhaled: the familiar feeling of loneliness in its psycho-physical manifestation. The android attendant passed me by on the train, and she refilled my empty cup of tea. As the familiar scent of Wulong wafted up to my nose, all I could think of was how a full cup of tea could not make up for an empty soul. I once fell in love with someone. After a while she was gone. I couldn't stop wondering if she loved me or not. I went to 2046 hoping to find her there. But I never found her. As I continued to watch the numbers, I was reminded of her. 1078... 1079... 1080... Each day that passed on that train seemed longer than the last. I remember when I boarded the train, at 701. I spoke to the the conductor, Mr. Wang. He was proud of the android attendants he had created, who were so realistic looking that, if not for their robotic movement, could easily be mistaken for real human beings. He warned me, however, to not fall in love with them. Apparently, many a passenger before me had done so, only to be disappointed with the results. 1224 and 1225 are especially cold to pass by. Because of this, passengers are encouraged by the train staff to hold each other, to avoid hypothermia or other complications from the intensely low temperatures. Since I was the only passenger on the train, I had no choice but to grab hold of the nearest android attendant. She seemed to be a bit surprised by my choice, but nonetheless seemed to enjoy the warm embrace. As we stood in the train, caressing each other tenderly, I felt a sensation that I haven't felt in years. Though I wanted to stay wrapped in her long, black hair and warm brown eyes forever, things started to warm up considerably by the time we reached 1226. I knew I had to let go. Every time she passed me by on the train, I was reminded of 1224 and 1225, and the warmth we shared. Would it be too harmful to have a casual conversation with her every once in a while? But the conversations were never casual. One day I explained an ancient custom to her. "Do you know what people did in the old days when they had secrets they didn't want to share? They'd climb a moutain, find a tree, carve a hole in it, whisper the secret into the hole and cover it up with mud. That way, nobody else would ever learn the secret." With her hand, she formed the shape of a hole carved into a tree, and placed it near my mouth. As I was about to speak, she withdrew it. "I have a secret to tell you," I said. She slowly brought it up again. I held her arm close to me. "Will you leave with me?" She did not respond. I tried again the next day. "I want to know how you feel. I'm scared to hear your answer but, I need to know. Do you like me? Or not. Leave with me." Once again, she did not respond. The familiar feeling of isolation set in me. I spoke to Mr. Wang again, hoping to find some sort of answer. "Our cabin attendants are superbly designed... But there's only one problem : when they've served on so many long journeys, fatigue begins to set it. For example, they might want to laugh, but the smile would be slow to come. They might want to cry, but the tear wouldn't well up till the next day. This particular model seems to be fading fast." I once fell in love with someone. I couldn't stop wondering if she loved me back. I found an android which looked just like her. I hoped she would give me the answer. I decided to give it one last try. "Let's see each other again. Then, if you think we shouldn't be together, tell me so frankly... That day, six years ago, a rainbow appeared in my heart. It's still there, like a flame burning inside me. But what are your real feelings for me? Are they like a rainbow after the rain? Or did that rainbow fade away long ago?" No response. As I recall, that's the very last time we saw each other. I slowly began to doubt myself. Maybe the reason she didn't answer was not that her reactions were delayed but simply that she didn't love me. So at last, I got it. It's entirely beyond my control. The only thing left for me... was to give up. He didn't turn back. It's as if he boarded a very long train headed for a drowsy future through the unfathomable night...