Remembering (A) all that is lost (B)

Remembering (A) all that is lost (B)

-A-B

“There is a market, no, everywhere is market.” Someone said it before according to those storing memories in the system. The Agent is calculating.

B

“Take a deep breath, ya, I just need to show what I practice, it isn't that difficult. Breathes and belief.”

口口(not permission to see) tell himself, and walk up to the stage through the long long stair.

Silent therefore 口口 could listen, those audience’s sound of breathing, beat by beat, like the metronome above the piano in the past old home, where mother always behind him.

Breath wave floods 口口, 口口 suddenly forget how to swim, stop at the half of the stair for finding blister. However what he only find, the guitar shaped eyes trying to stab him on the floor.

A

Streets, people.

Winners, Losers.

A raining night. It like a bottle of water which is just taking out of the freezer.

Maybe, that is not water, but ice that human could never drink.

口口follows a woman, who still is his girlfriend thirty minutes.

Thrilling, unstoppable thrilling. A shaking right hand holding a knife.

“Should I change to have a hammer or scissor?”口口hesitates.

Before she becomes a more stranger woman, 口口 was responsible to let their past to be eternal.

Thronging the path they always pass together, 口口 runs like a hungry tiger, hugging his lover from behind though not used his hands but a metal thing.

“Sakura!” 口口 amazes that beauty he made by a girl.

Red flows to be a river, proudly shows its vitality.

-A-B

Agent receive a new order, start filtering, searching the ocean of data. Some colleagues are working for gaining the things for selling. They are always busy on processing but never tired.

B+A

Speed. Thing doesn’t exist when it slower than others.

Faster, faster, and be the fastest. That is what only human could do in their life.

Lead or been lead.

Live or Dead.

Decided by fast and slow, the speed.

口口 are absolutely clear in this moment. All things in the world are slower than him, 0.001s is no different with a day.

Rarely, 口口 want to stop right now, to enjoy this wonderful feeling before the finish line.

He is going to be the fastest man. After his car complete the last 50m road.

Champions. He owns a lot of tittles and awards, now is his peak in life time.

口口 knows the later him will not faster than the present him.

In the gap between 0.0001s and 0.0001s, 口口 first time feels the hopeless horror.

Wheel as shocked as his controller.

Then they stop.

A+B

口口 is hungry and thirsty for three or four days, if he is brave enough he will kill himself in the first day already.

Waiting for rescue is the only thing more intense than waiting the result of the proposing marriage.

In these four days, 口口 propose for million times and receive refusals million times.

It is sad. It is a feeling more than words can say.

It is even not really sad, 口口 still feels some sense like expectance and excitement.

Take an example, one day before in the night. 口口 laying on the sand land. 口口 has incontinence since he felt some sand slightly move by wind.

That is the situation of 口口.

Fantastic and stressful.

Perhaps, insides his mind, he don’t want to been save by anyone.

Living is a kind joke for him, and then dying should be the same thing for him.

-A-B

Agent is working. It “feels bored”. Agent has no feeling and sense but according the data it deals with, this kind of condition is called “boredom”.

Agent uses its permission to observe those operating rooms in the center by monitoring cameras.

Humans in different rooms, lay on glass cases, cannot classify who is the seller, who is the buyer.

In agent “eye”, though these human have bodies, they are just shells with nothing inside, like agent itself, or even, more badly than it.

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