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Wut? Why are u standing there like a stupid boi?

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But we are Wikipedia pages. I mean that's what we ever do..write chapters of our life, sometimes let others do it. In the end, we also seek verification of a seemingly higher authority.

What if when we were born we were each assigned a Wikipedia page like a social security number would that be fucked up or what

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Suicide bomb.

You are a powerful mage whose job it is to build prisons for powerful mages that are impossible to escape. Today upon completing your masterpiece they lock you up in it.

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The end of the world

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The man who killed ‘Happiness’

The air feels toxic, but I have to breathe. Every medicine has a side effect. Perhaps, toxic things have some good sides too? Oh, what am I even saying? I think I have gone nuts. Even if that’s not the case, the rest of the world certainly has. Among all the smoke, fire, and chaos on the street, I try to run.

Thump.

I stumble onto something and fall down. What is this? A human body? More like .. dead body.

I pick myself up. This is no time to die. Haha, the bond film release was postponed, but who knew it would get canceled eventually? Everything has fallen apart since then. First came the plague. Many of us didn’t care. We thought our money would save us. But it didn’t. First, we started losing friends of friends. Then our friends started dying. In a year, a large chunk of the population of the world was wiped away. Then came the storms. The ones with broken shelters were gone in the wind. The economy has been broken for quite some time by then. When nature stopped its games, we began ours. Fights broke out for multiple causes. People started disappearing. Now nowhere is safe. There are no media left. As soon as people started understanding the propaganda machine, that was pretty much that for them. Yes, good ones died with the bad ones as well. Fire doesn't spare anyone in the jungle. I squeeze myself in between the closing doors of the metro. Night trains are not safe. In fact, nowhere is safe anymore. The lights are dim. But I highly doubt if anybody cares. Five years ago, this train at this time would be more crowded than now, of course. But not too much. Some kid would read a book after returning from the college library late. Some corporates would brush off the dust from their fancy suit they afford to get access to high-end parties and meetings. Others would use music in their earphones. Maybe a couple could be seen drooling over each other, half drunk. Those seem like fairy tales right now. I can probably locate 3 people around me, among them, 2 of them feels like potential thugs. If they attack me on this train, I don’t think the other one would try to save me. The system might though. The train will stop and some sort of bots might intervene. They always have these at the metro. They act autonomously. To my relief, both of the men got off at the next station. Just as the doors were closing, I heard a scream. At least, I think I did. Nobody provides security in the stations anymore. The police are extinct. there are only surveillance robots. “Maybe the machines did this to us, maybe terminator did come true. Only we don’t see their leader.” I mumble to myself half-heartedly.

“That’s a good science fiction you got there in, buddy”, a voice speaks nearby. I almost jumped. Somebody is here, right beside me and I didn’t hear him coming. Probably he got in from the door on the other side when I was too busy thinking about the sound I just heard in the direction both of the previous guys were leaving. A long black overcoat and a hat, straight up chin and beard. He kinda looks like Heisenberg from the famous TV show Breaking Bad, I think. Oh, that’s why he seems so familiar to me. “Well, nobody ain't reading or watching it,” I reply. He laughs. He laughed. I haven’t heard anybody laugh in ages. Why is he laughing?

“Yeah, strange world, without books, movies, comedies, laughter, fictions,” he says. “But for it’s worth, I think you have good a good fiction in there, buddy. A decade ago, this might actually earn great fame”. Am I dreaming? This man is trying to do chitchat with me. I haven’t done any casual gossip or chitchat since how long, I have forgotten. Everybody I know or come across is consumed by shock, grief, and what not! This guy seems relaxed. There’s an announcement. The train is almost at my destination. I try to get up. The stranger grabs my arm. “Going to someone?” he asks. “It’s none of your concern, but I don’t think anybody still has anyone left in the godforsaken place anymore”, I snap. He lets go. “Sorry about the collateral”, his last words before I exit the door.

I put out the light and pull myself on to the bed. I have been living all by myself since Elena left me a year ago. Slowly I understood that everyone who is living in this world right now has lost their kin. Even newlyweds started losing their partners randomly. Then word got out that somehow kinship can’t endure. Accidents, murders, disappearances- something would definitely happen once you make a kinship. Humans stopped doing that, mostly. Those who are still doing it, are disappearing. It can’t be a coincidence. Maybe my theory is true. Maybe the fiction is not actually a fiction, it’s reality. The AI is picking us one by one. Speaking of the fictions and coincidence, one sentence pops into my mind.

“Sorry about the collateral”

I have heard this before. I know exactly when and where. You can’t forget something like this, even after the world ends.

A few years ago when the world was still intact and normal, I was on a business trip at Kuala Lampur. After the business was done, it was time to chill. I went for my usual recreation, to a bar. There I met this strange person whom I concurred as drunk. Well, I wasn’t sober as well. But before he got me drinking the entire bottle of Whiskey, he finished his story. This man got betrayed by almost everyone he loved in life. His family betrayed him for money, his girlfriend cheated on her, and then when he became successful, she and her friends tried to sabotage him. He was obsessed with the idea of removing “happiness” from this world. “Why do you think people hurt each other? Because they want to be happy. Why people become bad? They think they can be happy by doing that. How about we remove “happiness” itself from this world?” To be honest, I was really happy after the successful meetings. So I was enjoying his tale of probable revenge. He poured me another peg and I asked, “but how do you remove happiness?” He wasn’t drinking. “Well, it’s like an evolution, it’s challenging, but once you start the process, everything will follow. For example, say, if there’s a plague, and the economy falls, there can be chaos, and among the chaos, you devise a plan to destroy the very thing that made us superior over animals. Unity. Perspective. You remove someone’s motivation to return home, he doesn’t necessarily return home anymore.”

The air conditioner must be malfunctioning. I am sweating even in 18-degree celsius. Could it really be? Now that I remember, the fiction that man had told me years ago in that bar, mostly did take place for real over the past few years. Was he some kind of a future teller, or what?

He was a damn good storyteller. I finished the entire bottle of 24 years old whiskey by the time he was finished. I was laughing abruptly. He paused. “It’s easy to create chaos. Do you want to see?” he asked me. I nodded, “Sure, Prophet,” I smirked. He took the empty bottle in his hand and threw it towards the shelf full of bottles. The sound of shattered glass echoed across the bar filled with people. I couldn’t believe what just happened. He reached out to the table beside ours and grabbed their bottle and threw it towards the direction of another shelf. Then he just left me there. “Sorry about the collateral”, was his last words before the black overcoat flapped away from me. The people in the bar thought he was my buddy and I was confronted, harassed, and attacked until they verified the footage from the camera. Before that, it was absolute chaos. I don't know how he managed to run away. But now I remember the rest of the story clearly.

Could it be? It seems like he got his revenge. Happiness is missing from the world, somehow. His wish has come true. Did I meet him today in the metro? That would be a gigantic coincidence.

Wait does it matter? I guess not.

Probably he really killed happiness to make himself happy. Probably he didn’t. It doesn’t matter to me.

Nothing matters anymore.

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The Traveling Cat

I opened my eyes and a green pair of marble looked at me. They’re interesting. Everything that shines is, in our eyes. Nothing gets past our eyes. Hoomans call them beautiful, adorable. In our dictionary, there are no stupid words like that. Why bother confusing others with so many words. Look at us! We can mean a lot of things only using a single word (and of course, varying the volume, pitch, etc.). Meoww

So where the meow was I? Oh yes, about interesting things. Most of the things about us are interesting. (That’s partly the reason why we keep licking ourselves all the time, yeah. After all, if you like something, you should lick it!) Our green marbles are not so different. We can spy on everything with them. You wish you had a pair like us, don’t you? So that you could spy upon that family member, friend, or work colleague? Hmm, sounds exotic, eh? Being able to mimic the power/capability of cats truly is. We have been named “The Stalker” for our exceptional pair of green marbles, and padded paws. You wish you had those fine pads too, don’t you? What a pity.

The pity is not for the fact that you desperately look up to having our features. In our world, all of us are stalkers, and we stalk everything, every day. Even if we live in a single home for 5 years, we would still stalk the hell out of that house and the hoomans in it every single day with the same curiosity as day one. All of us are used to being stalked by other us as well. But you hoomans… well, you are amusing. You don’t love beings stalked yourself (unless it is us doing it, not your hooman friends), but you tend to stalk others all the time. Even when you can’t stalk someone, like your ex who has blocked you in all the social media that people fill with our pictures and videos, you see yourself stalking them in your dreams. This mixed feeling towards stalking is called “confused love”. What a rhythmic name, eh? You could probably make a song with it.

Don’t worry, you people name each other after us all the time. That’s like the minimum tribute you can offer, whereas the maximum is worshipping us (I’ve heard that you used to do that like a religion, centuries ago. Coming back to dreams, our dreams are usually confined within the boundaries of birdies and fishes, whereas your ones are varied to quite some extent, from getting killed to stalking your ex successfully.

We have been named ungrateful by your lot quite often too. We love to take a stroll in the Jurassic park you’ve made here. Yeah, it is dangerous, but both of us love to do adventure, eh? Sometimes we don’t come back to the previous place we used to stay. Do you think that’s unique? Perhaps you, the kings of Jurassic Parks never walk away from anything. Perhaps you never leave home to venture out for adventure, or an even better life. Maybe you never leave out your friends when they need you the most and vice versa. Perhaps you don’t walk out on other persons all of a sudden. You never leave your previous shelter in the hope of finding a different one.

But alas! Ya’ll do these all the time, day in and day out.

You call me the traveling cat while being the very master of travel yourselves. Confusing, eh? Most of the things around you are. That’s why we love to watch you too, most of the time.

It’s ameowsuing.