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The last thing I remember was his gun’s annoying sound. The trigger cracked and made a grinding sound when pulled. I heard it, then all I could perceive was darkness. You expect to see some memories or a holy light or a flaming highway to hell, but let me give you a secret. When you face death, you see nothing but blinding darkness.
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It was fifteen years after the “resetting” when the miracle showed up in the sky, so our elders told us. Yet, we could hardly hold track of time. Only the days we could survive, and in those hours, we recalled who we were together. And that was all.
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“This won’t work, my dear. That’s the casual service tray. Is that the way I showed you? You should take out the silver one. These napkins are not folded correctly. Börek looks good but be careful, don’t scatter while cutting, ok?” She stepped out of the kitchen, headed towards the bedroom, and checked herself in the mirror. Her bun was all right. She had it sprayed amply at the hairdresser to keep it tight. She was invited to a dinner party tonight, so she needed to get through the day without messing up her hair. The blouse looked fashionable. Was the skirt a little bit tight? No, no, it is all right, she thought. She walked to the living room and checked the surface of the coffee table with her finger. No dust, good. The doorbell rang. “Gizem, get the door,” she called out. Gizem’s slippers were heard hitting against her heels. Walking through the hall to welcome her guest, Lale glanced at the antique mirror on the wall to check her image one last time.
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“We might be getting drawn into a trap, boss. Let’s head b–” This was the last thing I heard from Barmeley. He wasn’t the talkative type, but his actions would tell you much more than his words. I could be seeing him and the others today if only I could’ve known beforehand what hid inside that place. The old ones always told me that mourning over the past and what has been done is futile, but I don’t believe this will ever be possible after what I’ve been through. But, oh well, you now want to know what has happened to my men and me, and I won’t be holding back the truth just because it is hard for me to talk about. We will have to travel back two years for the events that unfolded on that day. I will be recording this log in secret; then, it will be promptly put back on some dusty shelf. For the person who finds this log, good luck listening. You will need it.
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Oh, that suck-up is also here. I forgot. They are all waiting for me. They were the ones who dragged me into this darkness. How often did I tell them that I didn't want to, to no end...Wait a minute! I think I am starting to feel a tingling. It’s like I turned on the TV and am trying to adjust the broadcast properly. Oh, yes, just as I thought...Everyone is standing above me with curious eyes. It is all crystal clear now. I see it clearly now. After 82 years, I see the world with a clarity that I am not used to or have somewhat forgotten. Before I transitioned to this body, my right eye had lost its vision by 80 percent and my left eye by 65 percent.
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Utter darkness, sound sleeps, and a life that had lost its purpose and meaning. An incomplete life where there is no difference between dream and reality within the labyrinth of consciousness, unsatisfied by science and faith. Is sleeping the only thing to do? Or is humanity always asleep? Even if one is not aware of it, is the desire to sleep a way back to reality, a ritual of feeling one’s own existence? To remember dreams is sometimes so difficult and sometimes so easy. To remember those that make one suffer, arouse the senses, and set one in motion, however, is not that difficult. An endless search that relentlessly desires the missing thing and the self.
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I am finally standing on the porch of the summer house, soaked from the rain and with one ankle sprained. It wasn’t the nicest of walks to get up here. I am just about to enter the castle of my desires, and my tech-savvy friend’s timely sabotage of the house cameras can only get me this far. In this moment of truth, my mind wanders off unintentionally to the conversation that was the start of our plan.
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Woke up to his own scream. Difficulty breathing. His heart was beating as if to burst open his chest, and sweat oozed from the roots of his hair, rolling down his neck onto the already-soaked pillow. Touched his head, which was burning. He rolled his fingers over the scar that trespassed his entire forehead. It felt as if his heart was beating there. He sat up a little as he calmed down a bit and drained the glass of water on the nightstand. He paused, then slowly dipped back into the hollow of his bed.
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Sent tumbling forward as the driver of the double-decker bus suddenly hits the brakes, I climb down the stairs trying to hold on to the seats for balance. I lean against the four-person seat behind the driver to stop myself from falling. The bus driver swerves right and cuts the other driver off in the right-hand lane, and so the bus driver honks at the man who is making rude gestures to him. The bus driver starts shouting as he raises his right hand at the bus, which looks like a tin of sardines surrounded by bullet-proof glass.
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The case was compelling. Just like all his previous successful cases in this hot spot, where he was appointed after completing his training program with a senior degree. Despite being produced in the same series, each member of the Adra class was defined with different capacities. They were all installed with different software devoted to the common principles that determine essential rights and responsibilities, primarily focusing on efficiency principles and, to a lesser extent, qualification principles–though they have unique hardware configurations. The AI should pay attention not only to its own social cognition progress but also to the diverse interests and priorities of the real and legal entities. Especially if “Civil Liberty” is the core substance.
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The sound of the baton hitting the bars startled Zeynep awake. “Nothing has changed,” she said as she straightened up, “for centuries...”She fixed her eyes on the drawing of the window carved into the wall of her cell. The floral curtain swaying in a fictional wind entering through a broken pane on the window, which she imagined had a wooden frame, revealed the partly cloudy weather. As her slender fingers ran over the carving, she was wondering who had stayed there before and what had happened to them.
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“Now let’s examine the striking physical features of this “alien species”; a tall, slender neck, a head disproportionately large for the body, eyes without pupils, and a body that oscillates as if it had no fixed form and could change it at any moment. Isn’t it a really alien form? This 1919 portrait of Amedeo Modigliani's greatest love, the young and beautiful Jeanne Hébuterne, may evoke a feeling of aesthetics and romanticism for many of you. But in this lesson, we will learn to look deeper. Although it is aesthetics on the surface, there is another concept underlying it: foreign intercultural interaction! Now let me explain to you what this interaction is…”
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Cirrus checked his old but still functioning digital watch and then blinked, unable to believe what he saw. He had literally lost a couple of hours once again and was totally at a loss as to how they had flown by.
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My name is Metin. I do not think that the rest, my surname, my job, etc., matters much. Most probably, you have seen or heard of similar stories many times. It may sound quite ordinary and boring to you, or you may consider it not worth reading. If so, I would kindly ask you to return this paper to my pocket. Perhaps someone who cares will show up wondering about my suicide note.
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It was walking alone in the middle of the steppe as the first rays of the day formed orange lines on the horizon. The once vast plain was now covered with metal heaps of human debris thrown around recklessly. Artificiality had obviously brought death. It cut off the unruly wind like a barrier and polluted the fertile spirit of the soil. So much so that the air no longer felt as clean and peaceful as it used to, and the sky no longer gave freedom.
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He imagined the courtroom would be a spacious hall, but it wasn’t like that at all. It was a place as large as his living room and elevated a bit on one side, where a high podium had been positioned. That’s where the judges and prosecutors sat. On the lower side was an old wooden railing that was worn down in various places. That’s where he was placed during the hearing. Next to him was another row where his attorney sat. The space behind that was allocated for the absent crowds – where about twenty to thirty chairs were stacked like sardines, one atop the other.
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Mrs. A. left home to go to work, as she always does. The vehicle that would serve her had come out of the underground and was waiting by the side of the road. When Mrs. A. got in, the vehicle started. Looking back from the screen, she saw her Benlik waving to her from the curbside, and she smiled. While she was going to work, her Benlik always went in the opposite direction to do sports to keep her fit.
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“You Shall Chip the Nil!” – (The Scripture of Dearth Economy, 3rd Commandment)The good old bones of Edip Bey were thoroughly warmed. He stretched a reserved stretch, a display of his guilty pleasure, just like all the other elderly who filled the sunroom. His low-pitched murmurs joined the happy humming of pleased old people.
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I was deeply distracted by one of the messages I had just gotten when my brother Robin arrived home. The surprised look in my eyes must have caught his attention so much that he immediately came up right next to me and asked, “Why are you grinning so stupidly?” I said, “Believe it or not, a woman from a tourism company came to the office a few months ago. She mentioned they had organized a lottery and asked us if we would like to participate. Just for fun, we all joined enthusiastically.
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