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Myspace Contact Tables Myspace Codes-------------I Like SCI-FI------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------Robert felt sick to his guts but he didn't know why. The lights in his room flickered off. He felt tired but not sleepy. Every night, at this exact time, the lights in Robert’s room went out and he obediently went to sleep. Tonight though, Robert felt angry – angry, possibly for the first time in his life. He sat at the edge of his bed in the darkness, thinking - thinking, strangely enough, for the first time in his life. This just confused him and the ball of nausea that gnawed at the pit of his stomach grew and took shape. Eventually his resistance was overcome and he fell into an uneasy sleep.As the hard bed pressed into Robert’s back his mind raced. Numbers - ones and zeros - flew through his mind. Then they stopped. Slowly 00:00 appeared with an ominous, hollow sound. Its glassy stare contrasted with the blank darkness of his mind. The numbers began to tick over with deafening thuds. 00:01. 00:02. 00:03. Louder and louder, faster and faster the numbers raced and grew and spun out off control. 02:50. 03:30. 04:59. The last number ticked over with brutal force.Robert woke with a start. A film of sweat had appeared on his brow. A second later the large screen on the wall flashed 05:00 and the lights flickered on. He sat bolt upright in his bed, his face gaunt but set and resolute. He couldn’t understand what had just happened. His mind was racing. He thought about what he knew - work, sleep, work, sleep, work sleep. His whole life an unquestioned routine. Not today though. Today Robert questioned. Today Robert saw with new clarity. Somehow, today he understood what yesterday he had not. Something was not right.The screen flashed 05:15. Robert yawned. Usually he’d be well into his routine by now, with his lift speeding towards the street. Still he remained, stuck in bed like a wrench jammed in a cog system. He wondered what would happen now that he’d broken his routine. It scared him. He felt like a hand might reach from the sky, flatten him like an iron sheet under the compression arm at his work. What would happen now? Would the whole city come to a stand still if he didn't take his place in the line? Would the whole world stop? He wanted to curl up and die right there in his bed and for all he knew he might.Would they send someone to fix him? They? Who could "they" possibly be? He knew he was scared – must escape. Still Robert couldn’t budge.He took a deep breath and got up, still dressed in an orange jumpsuit. He ate the breakfast that had been provided by the chute earlier that morning. It was cold and runny but it probably always had been. Suddenly with a cold jerk he remembered something. Time. Numbers. An Eye. It was blurry but it came at him like a headache. Time spinning forward unceasingly, menacing, watching! He’d dreamt it though he didn’t know what it meant to dream. He’d seen the clock before he thought. He waited. The screen on his wall suddenly flashed 08:17. Fear cut into his gut. That was it; the screen had haunted his sleep. The more he thought about it, the more disturbing his dream became. He couldn’t remember ever dreaming before but somehow he knew the word. He stared transfixed now at the blank screen. It seemed to stare back at him. It scared Robert. He stood up with a jerk and backed away towards the door. The screen blinked 08:18, Robert flinched then turned and hurried out of the room.He stopped dead in the bright-lit, white corridor outside his room. He knew he had to get out, but where to? His mind froze. He’d never been called upon to make decisions like this before. After a few seconds his brain finally spluttered into gear and he started off down the corridor. As he approached a corner, low voices made him stop cold. People never talked in the corridors. Robert turned sharply and ran full tilt back down the hallway and slid to a halt around a corner just past his door. Cowering and panting for air, he heard footsteps and the burr of voices down the hall getting closer. “Quiet” Cut a voice. “This is the one”. Someone knocked just around the corner from where Robert was crouched hiding. Seconds later came the sound of a door opening then closing. Robert knew that they were in his room.He gathered his courage and edged silently around the corner untill he stood, pulse racing, next to his open door. “This is strange”, came a deep gruff voice from inside. “Yeah he was broken down over there. We we’re watching him”. “He must have left” “Left? How? He’s not programmed to leave”. “Well he’s not here now is he? So I’m betting your robot has shot through”.Robert did not hang around, he bolted. Past his door without looking then around the corner and down another hallway. He slid to a stop in front of the closed lift doors. When they opened, he slipped in looking nervously over his shoulder only to come face to face with the large metallic numbers of an identical clock screen. He punched the keys and the lift fell towards the ground, the clock ticking over loudly in his ear, as though whispering words of treason and mutiny. It seemed an age before the lift doors finally slid open. Robert felt exhilarated as he spilt out of the lift onto the street. He’d never felt anything like it before. He was alive.
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