#3 The Stone

Monday, 3 October 2507

Hello Monday! The first day of the week and life was so slow this very day. Today was just like a usual one: reshaping hands and feet, hair-styling, and repairing the snapped mechanism. Hands and eyes are pretty much worn out. The best part of the day was probably talking to my pet, Al. He was always running around the corner and giving me some surprises, which were mostly some junks: bolts, machines’ sprinkles, or black dust. Though his gifts were mostly unpleasant, I appreciated his action the most. 

So here we go again. After working, I always waited for him on my desk facing the entrance door. It was unusually long; he didn’t come out from that door in five minutes. Me, with full of curiosity coming after him. It was this stone. Perhaps a crystal. Guess it was too heavy for him to handle that pebble. When I held it in my palm, I felt the warmness and peacefulness sensation. I was wondering who was the owner of this stone. Perhaps rechecking my customer list would help me to identify the owner. 

The Stone

Once I know the owner, I will tell you guys!

Note: 
Talking about profession (#2 Day-to-Day). I have a news for you! I’ve got a job! I’m going to work next week. It’s a good news, right? Well, maybe, maybe not. I know I need to work and have money to make a living, but this inner voice asks me to draw more. I LOVE DRAWING! Reading some articles about life is pretty much inspiring because I’m tired of life. Depressing, maybe... Speechless... I was speechless yesterday, thinking about this and that. Too much thinking makes my eyes blurry. What would you do if your inner heart said ‘A’ while your condition and environment demanded you to stop doing ‘A” for that materialistic way of life? I drew the palm based on mine. I'm amazed with how complicated our lines are.. And the stone, this stone possibly represents my inner heart. I adore spiritual values and hope to hold the stone with my own palm. Maybe a tea time with Dalai Lama will calm me down...

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#2 Day-to-Day

Friday, 30 September 2507

Salute people! Here’s Eve! It’s been a while! I just remember I haven’t introduced myself properly. My name is Eve Levie, a 21 years old woman living in the central of Stygian. Hmm... Where do I start? Perhaps my daily activities...

Every day I wake up at 7 am after hearing that blaring alarm. Banging it won’t stop the thunderous speaker; primitive technology might deafening me... For the last couple months, I was thinking to resell this alarm to second-hand store at the next district since no one in this town wanted to possess this loud weird-looking object. I thought this object was going to be an antique, seeing that four generations has owned this thing. Pfft, wrong intuition. The latest infamous gadget is the Glower. It fits to any walls; it wakes you up with the selected light color and controlled warm radiation. So, who will choose the alarm? Me! I’m still treasuring my great-great grandpa’s thingies. But... Sometimes they are really bothering me... Enough with weird objects. Let’s move on to what I’m doing every day besides banging the alarm.

Me, an automation surgeon. You heard that right! Practicing surgery to automation has been passed for ten generations. Seeing the beauties covering the tidy cables and machineries is my everyday sight; colored eyes; invisible eyelids; tanned, fair, hairy, smooth skin; thin, thick lips; big, small ears; this and that nose; hands, legs, fingers, all of that you can imagine. While few of Stygian’s Semi-Autos are the loyal comers, most of my customers are mainly the Autos from There. Perhaps, standing for almost 500 years is the reason they keep coming around; the reputation, indeed. I’m still confused since I know there are some good  clinics out there; and I can say, ours are just okay... This regular work... Lately I don’t find it fascinating at all...

I remember the first time of exposing the internal organ; it was three years ago. I was amazed on how their anatomies were done faultlessly. It’s amazed how a human can create a complex being and make them live with us. Up until now, I wonder why the autos keep changing their appearance. They are just fine with the long nose, big eyes, long legs, and those long list. Besides appearance, their physical powers are remarkable. Appearance score: high. Physical power: high. Brain power... As expected, high! I wish I can see their world up there and understand their consecutive changing.

That’s me posing with my three years old ant, Al. 

I think, Al is the cutest ant ever. He hides in my drawers whenever I do the dirty jobs. I don’t know what he’s doing in there; I think he’s planning for another shocking surprise. Spot the two repositories? Two in demand faces came in just now: the one with the blond hair and brunette hair. Giving options to client is the best move to do, especially for that puzzled Auto that will come in... one hour. 

I’m better preparing the procedure first. So, see you in the future!

Note: 
Actually I come to realize that I draw things that I’ve never experienced or had before. See that New York postcard (#1 Moving to Stygian), the polaroid-kinda-print, a pet, the human organs? What? No, no... I’m fascinated on how human parts work and how doctors save patients. I think I watch too much medical and war dramas. Flowers? I have floral prints and that floral clothes, but I’ve never had a real flower before. Maybe people look at me as that tomboyish person. On the contrary, I love flowers :) Love, peace, flowers yo!

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