#4 Saturday Fool

Saturday, 8 October 2507

Hey people! It’s weekend already! Who doesn’t love weekends? I dislike weekend. They are days full of boastful customers from There. I’d be glad asking you to come here over the weekend and join the blathering group. Actually it’s a good opportunity to extend your circle and be updated with the latest There’s gossips.

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For the past few days, I was still looking for the stone’s owner. I had checked the customer list and called some of them. I had no clue at all whose the owner. What’s more, I encountered some bizarre moments. Lately the other world had filled my mind whether from dreams or some hallucinations. Falling from the cliff, flying through the rainbow, breathing in the the deep sea, or being a lone blind in the desert were my everyday visions. Perhaps the cause was coming from that mysterious stone (#3 The Stone). 

This morning I heard a whispered voice coming from the stone; it was vaguely calming. Mind me for being an ignorant on Saturday, I didn’t recognize any words at all. I thought keeping the stone in the drawer might be a good idea if I wanted to stay away from the stone’s illusion force. It was a mistake! While changing customer’s hands, I experienced the vision of living cables; they were trying to reach my mouth. It was a horrible moment; I couldn’t breathe for a while and looked silly in front of customer. 

The day was ended surreally. Most of the customers gazed at me as if I did something wrong... Well, I did something wrong but it was because of that strange illusions. Al also looked at me profoundly. It was the first time I saw his expression with that round eyes. I was too tired to think of what was happening today... While I went to my bedroom, I found this boy...

Fainted Boy, 8 October 2507

Who was he?

Note: 

So, today was my first day of working. It was the honeymoon phase. I was still learning about this and that. And, I think I’ve been somehow brainwashed with some theories. I’ve drowned into the actual reality. I was blinded for a while for living. Somehow I don’t know what living is. Perhaps that’s why people would like to shorten their life. No matter how I wonder what life is... I’m still searching for the answer. So far, I’d love to define life as a striving of achieving one’s dream, a challenge to survive with the beloved ones,  or a cake for a high cholesterol person. Hmm... Possibly?

For the next chapters, I may compress the words and draw more, since it’s easier for me to express my feelings through pictures... In some ways, the boy is representing my inner soul. I will talk about the boy next chapters. Happy Monday there!

#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...

Next Chapter: #4 Saturday Fool

#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!

Next Chapter: #3 The Stone

#1 Moving to Stygian

Monday, 27 September 2507

Salute from Stygian, the most populous district of earth’s underground! It sounds weird, since most of you can find the information on the web... Here’s how I describe Stygian. Imagine. A busy region full of colorful lights along with immense tall buildings and convenient transportation system. Sounds interesting, huh? No?

Thinking of moving to Stygian? Hmm... First, let me babble about the vehicle, the most interesting topic around my circle. There are two public transit companies that dominate Stygian: Up, the latest company with its cleaner, safer, and faster motto; and TO, Transit Organization, the 400 years old underground transport company. Traffic jams and absurd queue lines will consume most of activities here. My suggestion is using your own transportation, the skateboard. Though it’s time-consuming, you will have a chance for sightseeing within the long hours of the queueing and trips; besides it’s slim, light, expandable, and user-friendly. You can rent it here, however the cost is insanely overpriced. The Cab, the short term of Cabboat, is highly commendable for the pleasant service, yet the fare is far beyond my imagination. While driving the mobile is the high-class act, having a pet, particularly a giant flying one considers classier. It is an easy maintenance transport: no more than food, water, and the enclosure. Actually there are more transportations out there. I may stop talking now or else; I may sound like a mobile freak...  But hey! I really need one of those transports!

Not forgetting to warn you, the shady thief in the junkie crowd that aims at your chunky pockets is the main profession in this area, specifically central area. Crime rates are pretty high in neighborhood: in the dark alleys, rooftops, even in residences. I will talk to you about this subject later. So, be careful whenever, wherever, whatever you are!

Every time I think about moving, I keep my mother’s words in my mind: to move is to not flee from troubles, to be needed by others, and to affect good changes in one life with others. Yesterday, my friend said that crazy bad thing happened in one’s life and the only options are to run away or to face it. I still don’t know the meaning of their sayings. May I experience it someday. May you find moving here is a life-changing experience.

The latest postcard of the major intersection in Stygian, Stygian Square.

That’s me at the right side of the postcard with mossy colored coat and pink headphone. I was standing in front of my home office, the one with 24 HOURS sign. Spot that?

Note:

The Times Square in NYC was my reference for that postcard illustration. Some of you might get that right! Well, it’s been my dream to step on that big city where dreams are made. I will! 

In the future, you’ll see a lot of ships and bugs as the main transportations. Wondering why I use those transports? In fact that I don’t like ship on the water. I don’t like water since I drown a lot of times. Even when I was saving drowning kid, I was drowned and he was saved. Thank goodness! Yeah! I swim with that ‘stone’ style. Don’t laugh at me! I will be a great companion to stay with your stuff while you are swimming, diving, or sea sport-ing :)

Next chapter: #2 Day-to-Day