A gateway to a software developer's regular attempts to live by choice and not chance while not abandoning the fun that chance brings.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Hundreds of forms rushed past him moving in predetermined directions, and swerving only when a collision seemed a certainity. This was the place he ahd been seeing since ten years. A place where dreams were supposed to come true. The place where people carry two hundred tiffin boxes to get two square meals a day. The place where he dreamt a dream. Ten years ago, the bench was stiffer, or did it just seem so? Today, the bench looked like it was melting. He felt like he would go down with it. His neighbour on the bench was busy talking about the rise in shares and his profit for the hour. A few tattered kids were trying to break upon a public phone. The display never failed, ten years.. This display still showed that the train was due in two minutes. Slowly, he rose up from the bench, using all his energy to keep from swaying. He walked towards the platform and looked at the empty rails. The platform seemed deserted. He looked back at his bench. Another form occupied it already. He looked back into his papers one last time and suddenly something caught his attention. What if the function could be of more than three dimensions? what if he could move an object up and down the fourth dimension?? And then, He foresaw something he should not have.....
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2 comments:
Is this science fiction story
yep...1st assignment
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