"Medical bay code 3569. Please report your malfunction."
"Loose wrist socket. Also, my ankle is rusty. Is there any way I could order a new ankle socket?" I looked down at my rusted ankle as code ran past my eyes. I deciphered it as it scrolled approximately 17 lines per second. It's the same code that has been rolling past for 2 weeks, 4 days, 9 hours, 14 minutes, and 37 seconds; it mainly says that I stepped into a puddle on my way home from the store, therefore rusting my ankle, and it also warns me against using my right hand because the joint is loose. Nothing I didn't know. I apologize ahead of time, for I am an android, or a feminine robot covered in synthetics colored Caucasian to blend in with the humans. Androids have lived recessively on this earth for thousands of years. That is the only statistic we do not know. When I say we, I refer to the species of androids living among the humans.
"One moment as I transfer you to your required field of assistance." The recording's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I fidgeted with my wrist socket, hoping it would magically pop back together so I wouldn't have to order a new one. I had saved up my allowance for 2 weeks, 3 days, 6 hours, 26 minutes, and 56 seconds.
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Okay. I see what I was doing with this, trying to make a sci-fi android story, but goddamn, this is written so poorly and I hate it.
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Rejected Story Ideas
RandomThese are the snippets of stories I had planned that I then discarded due to boredom, lack of motivation, and/or lack of a proper storyline. For the record, the cover image is my reaction to reading half this crap, cause most of this was written YEA...
