From: Stevi Deter <email@example.com> Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: FTSD: dibbuk (100 word story) Message-ID: <MPG.firstname.lastname@example.org> Organization: Conspiracy of Cartographers X-Newsreader: MicroPlanet Gravity v2.20.1640 Lines: 19 Date: Wed, 1 Dec 1999 11:20:58 -0700 X-Complaints-To: email@example.com X-Trace: news.frii.net 944072516 18.104.22.168 (Wed, 01 Dec 1999 11:21:56 MST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 01 Dec 1999 11:21:56 MST I grew tired of the loneliness. I created you. your thoughts were only of me, your heart only for me. you were my ephemeron. I could feel you near me, hear your voice, as long as I could concentrate. then you vanished. I concentrated. practice makes perfect. I have dreamed of you alive. I felt the warmth of your breath and the weight of your arm. I have dreamed you alive. you developed your own thoughts, your own heart. I should be celebrated for making an artificial intelligence. all I can do is mourn your loss in your very creation. --stevi ----- firstname.lastname@example.org look at this tangle of thorns.