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Short Story Scene 2. Made Today!
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Hub-Part 1
I did it, I reached the data hub, that controls the firewall protecting the keys to our lands stolen waters. My dodgy plan worked. Thanks to my fists of steel. I wonder if this is how Garzhan feels. Cold steel and glass hands behind powerful gloves of their own... enabling him to exceed human limits and do whatever his crowded dark mind envisions. If not for these gloves,my father's genius, and these shoes that put a spring in my step I'd not be able to scale the wall in a few moments before I could be detected, nor incapacitate several Proto-Zhan Guards, or pruzards we call them, or even pretend to be the man himself... 5,4,3,2,1. These thoughts, they hold me back, I have a job to do. And in truth a great job it is. Because I have not seen technology like this since the age of four. .
My father was a chief electrician, technician, village coordinator, inventor, and village chief. His word was praised and with the help of God his ideas always made it to fruition. I remember him working on a device like this. Perhaps it was our own data hub. Consequently I was only four. All I remember is these huge cords I nearly tripped over and him saying, “ Watch out, be careful...Son do you know what this is?” .
“No, Daddy what is it?” I said leaning on his leg.
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He replied, “This is the heart of Ninevaleah, and with it you can change the world. Watch me as I watched my father and you'll learn a great deal.”
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I can not express the value I now place on his words or how I wish I had watched him work more intently. It seems he was always right in some way, even if I wanted to deny or refute it due to my insecurity and lack of understanding. He was right again. His words, elusive and without much meaning to me at the time, but he was right. It was with this device he ordered and retrieved the data for the machine he used to create my gloves and shoe bolsters. If I'm successful perhaps I will change the world. Perhaps his words will ring true again. I wish you were here dad.
God bless yall! Part 2 Coming! The Wall – Hub Short Story Scene 2. Made Today! Feedback welcome! More than 10 follows and 40 likes if you want this story to continue! #storiesfromabstraction Hub-Part 1 I did it, I reached the data hub, that controls the firewall protecting the keys to our lands stolen waters. My dodgy plan worked. Thanks to my fists of steel. I wonder if this is how Garzhan feels. Cold steel and glass hands behind powerful gloves of their own... enabling him to exceed human limits and do whatever his crowded dark mind envisions. If not for these gloves,my father's genius, and these shoes that put a spring in my step I'd not be able to scale the wall in a few moments before I could be detected, nor incapacitate several Proto-Zhan Guards, or pruzards we call them, or even pretend to be the man himself... 5,4,3,2,1. These thoughts, they hold me back, I have a job to do. And in truth a great job it is. Because I have not seen technology like this since the age of four. . My father was a chief electrician, technician, village coordinator, inventor, and village chief. His word was praised and with the help of God his ideas always made it to fruition. I remember him working on a device like this. Perhaps it was our own data hub. Consequently I was only four. All I remember is these huge cords I nearly tripped over and him saying, “ Watch out, be careful...Son do you know what this is?” . “No, Daddy what is it?” I said leaning on his leg. . He replied, “This is the heart of Ninevaleah, and with it you can change the world. Watch me as I watched my father and you'll learn a great deal.” . I can not express the value I now place on his words or how I wish I had watched him work more intently. It seems he was always right in some way, even if I wanted to deny or refute it due to my insecurity and lack of understanding. He was right again. His words, elusive and without much meaning to me at the time, but he was right. It was with this device he ordered and retrieved the data for the machine he used to create my gloves and shoe bolsters. If I'm successful perhaps I will change the world. Perhaps his words will ring true again. I wish you were here dad. God bless yall! Part 2 Coming!
  • The Wall – Hub Short Story Scene 2. Made Today! Feedback welcome! More than 10 follows and 40 likes if you want this story to continue! #storiesfromabstraction Hub-Part 1 I did it, I reached the data hub, that controls the firewall protecting the keys to our lands stolen waters. My dodgy plan worked. Thanks to my fists of steel. I wonder if this is how Garzhan feels. Cold steel and glass hands behind powerful gloves of their own... enabling him to exceed human limits and do whatever his crowded dark mind envisions. If not for these gloves,my father's genius, and these shoes that put a spring in my step I'd not be able to scale the wall in a few moments before I could be detected, nor incapacitate several Proto-Zhan Guards, or pruzards we call them, or even pretend to be the man himself... 5,4,3,2,1. These thoughts, they hold me back, I have a job to do. And in truth a great job it is. Because I have not seen technology like this since the age of four. . My father was a chief electrician, technician, village coordinator, inventor, and village chief. His word was praised and with the help of God his ideas always made it to fruition. I remember him working on a device like this. Perhaps it was our own data hub. Consequently I was only four. All I remember is these huge cords I nearly tripped over and him saying, “ Watch out, be careful...Son do you know what this is?” . “No, Daddy what is it?” I said leaning on his leg. . He replied, “This is the heart of Ninevaleah, and with it you can change the world. Watch me as I watched my father and you'll learn a great deal.” . I can not express the value I now place on his words or how I wish I had watched him work more intently. It seems he was always right in some way, even if I wanted to deny or refute it due to my insecurity and lack of understanding. He was right again. His words, elusive and without much meaning to me at the time, but he was right. It was with this device he ordered and retrieved the data for the machine he used to create my gloves and shoe bolsters. If I'm successful perhaps I will change the world. Perhaps his words will ring true again. I wish you were here dad. God bless yall! Part 2 Coming!
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