So my 12 year old daughter and I took a walk the other day, and she was telling me about this dream she had. In her defence she is watching the walking dead, and I do not believe in censorship of fictive shows or movies.
Well my daughter told me about this dream which went something like this; it was the zombie apocalypse and the main person was an android, but didn’t know it himself. He only found out because he was bit by a zombie.
I think this is a GREAT idea to work from! I asked her if I could borrow her idea to write it, and she was a little surprised that I thought her dream sounded like something that could be a story. They know I write, but never read anything I made. In the end she told me that I could have her idea, but…
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So we are working on something which will not be published elsewhere than here for free.
Kryos is not a bad book per se, but it is written by inexperienced us years ago, and also it leaves a lot of room for improvement, and I wanted to fix those holes a little, with alternative endings (no secret I always hated the ending we were asked to make instead of the one it originally had) and filler scenes, it’s just a pet project and we have no time horizon on this, nor any direction.
Okay so honestly I did add a little in for drama, but it IS actually true that he fell over and it is true that he died like he did in the hospital – and it is also true that his emergency alarm went off several time during that evening shift.
It was super creepy, so I figured why not turn it into something more.
Did you know the darkness have shapes? Actually, the darkness is made out of millions upon millions of little shapes
If you sit still, stay completely silent, and stare into the dark corner of your room. Suddenly you’ll see it, like static on a tv channel, little dots dancing, ants in different shades of grey, merging together in what you thought just to be plain darkness mere moments ago.
Stay put and stare just long enough, and you will see me. I’m one of the shapes in the darkness staring back at you, and now that we met; every time you find yourself in the dark I will be there. Maybe smiling, maybe waving – maybe I’m just listening. But I’m there, you don’t have to see me to know I’m there. You’ll feel the eyes on your back, the sudden urge to turn on the lights. If you turn on the lights I will not be mad, in time you’ll get used to me, they all did.
Don’t be scared now, I will be your faithful companion for ever and ever, and you’ll never be alone again.