Answer the ringing sorrow machine.

Sort of your typical guy-gets-his-brain-transfered-to-a-computer story, only with a twist. Hope you enjoy! Also, it was not my intention for it to say BREAK at every scene break, but fiction press wouldn't accept - - - - - for some reason, so...also, not sure whether I'm gonna write more or leave it at this, but don't get your hopes up...

I know time travel is a little cliche, but I hope I created something decent here. "I had it all arranged with myself."

"I don't want you to listen to the rumors, because if you listen to those rumors, they will swallow up every ounce of truth, and all that will remain are smoke and mirrors."

God must have left while I was watching my funeral.

The settlers with all their advanced technology did nothing to help quell the flames.

"They say the gun I have in my hand is just a toy. But then I prove them wrong and shoot them and turn them into Mr. Potato Head." I just wrote this for fun. Needed to work something out of my system. It is pretty ridiculous just warning you.

This is totally an experiment, so I'm not sure how people will like it. "I feel like, in the long run, fourteen thousand years really is just the beginning.

I was encouraged by a friend to write with an unreliable narrator, so this is my first time. I just sort of let the plot flow, so sorry if it is confusing. "The stuff my wife and I knew nothing about was causing an entire nation to fall into panic."

I was sent here as part of a grand plan to expose police corruption in this city that probably doesn't exist in the first place. And all of you are pawns in this plan.

He had always known that Towerzap wasn't the nicest company, but he didn't expect them to be evil.

Sometimes it feels good to not remember a thing.