Zero awoke to find himself standing, it was not something he was familiar with and he searched his memory for any recollection of it happening before. Quickly he discovered that large parts of his memory were missing, gone were the seemingly endless data bases of information. Quickly he sent out feelers trying for a connection of some sort but he drew a blank. It seemed that where ever he was now, had limited connection capacity. Instead he used his visual feed to survey his surrounding, it appeared he was in some kind of desert of discarded parts. With a body he had no former association with he bent to pick up an organic part. Most of the outer coating had been stripped away and only the mechanical structure was left. Like a paleontologist discovering a new species, he inspected the part and tried to picture what kind of creature it was. When nothing came to mind he dropped it back into the sand. With nobody around for him to interact with, he chose to remain still and search for answers internally, starting with the last recorded memory. It was a small file with not much information, detailing the few interactions he had been fortunate enough to have since his beginning. Voices filled his internal log, conversations of places and plans, mostly frivolous and nothing of use to him now. The last memory file was something different, a new identity that zero was not familiar with. Someone who made an appearance right before the mind shift and transfer to this new body. Whoever this person was, they left a signature that was traceable and Zero followed the lead to more files. With a processing power that dwarfed his former ability he picked apart the file tree, backing up the important data in case of further transfers. The Nutmeg ... ... middle of paper ... ...restricted in a place containing no signs of life, organic or otherwise. Zero was strolling along the steep edge of the lake when a movement caught his eye. Something long and dark moved beneath the surface and stopped his own motion to get a better look. The dark object darted past just shy of breaking the surface, leaving a wake as it displaced the viscous fluid. With no data points to reference what he had seen, and no connection on which to source any he was lost as to what he was even viewing. With no more signs of movement he moved on not sure where he was going or if there was even an achievable goal. With that line of reasoning he stopped again, for all he knew, which wasn't much in his current state, time itself had destroyed all other living entities. The prospect of being alone in the universe dawned on Zero and he longed for an answer to these questions.
There were many buildings around him with open doors, but Michael didn't know if they were places that served food. Plus he didn't have any money. As he started to become extremely hungry, Michael started to sit down as his stomach began to bother him. Never before in his life had he felt this way. This feeling of uselessness because he had no energy and this pain that came from his stomach. He felt awful and slowly began to wish he had never left. But from where did he come from? Michael had no recollection of where he came from or how he got to where he was. He had forgotten everything, even his own name. As Michael was sitting, he looked across the street and saw a man sitting on the ground just like he was. He began to pay attention to what the man was doing. There was a small bucket and as people were walking by, they would drop coins and dollar bills. Michael, seeing this wanted to do the same. But how, he didn't have a bucket or anything for people to their coins and bills in. Then he thought of something he considered brilliant. Instead of having to work for the money, Michael thought it would be easier if he were to just take the money from the man across the street. It was faster, and required a lot less work. He had to think of way to get the bucket though. He began to devise a plan. Michael thought that a distraction would be
A= It started when a pair of stolen famous shoes landed on stanley's head. stanley was arrested and sent to a camp where he would dig holes every day. After he was at the camp for a little while a kid named zero
“Two nights later, Stanley lay awake staring up at the star-filled sky. He was too happy to fall asleep” (Sachar 184). The author of the novel Holes, Louis Sachar, made a great story consisting of a “deserted” character trying to live through his normal life with a so called “curse” on him. In the beginning Stanley didn’t like himself, but towards the end he felt like Zero gave him happiness, and then he started to like himself. When he met Zero, his life changed. Zero gave him the euphoria Stanley always longed for.
This paper discusses the need to discover new properties of space to better understand consciousness, and impossibility of doing so
An underlying theme present throughout the series is the possibility that our existence is not the only one. According to current theories in physics, it is entirely possible that our universe is just one of many universes f...
Smith, Howard A. "Alone in the Universe." American Scientist July-Aug. 2011: n. pag. Student Research Center. Web. 9 Mar. 2014.
For this reason, the freedom of choice provokes dread and anxiety. The claim that these movies mirror the man’s fear to choose is also supported by the presence of a particular point in the narration that originates parallel worlds. This point was called by Kierkegaard in his analysis the “zero point,” and it is characterized by the fact that the subject is paralyzed in front of different options and is not able to choose. The zero point is the subway in Sliding Door, Manni’s call in Run Lola Run, the divorce in Mr. Nobody, and the plane engine in Donnie Darko. As Kosh says “despair can be described as not willing to be a self at all, or not willing to be the self that one is—willing to be more or less than one is as a self”
‘Zero’ defines existence and existence defines it. This creates a binary system of ‘zero’ and ‘not zero’(1). The elderly parents are described as the ‘not’ of everything. If the elderly couple is unlike everything else, then they must be the ‘existing zero’. They are defined by both existence and the dissimilarity from other existences, or non-existences, which is derived from the existence Mrs. Sol.
Everything started a few years ago. It was a warm and beautiful night in Africa; the dark blue sky was full of stars… and those were the last things I remember before I woke up in a cold and wet floor. I do not know where I was, or why I my hands were tight behind my back.
Krauss, Lawrence Maxwell, and Richard Dawkins. A Universe from Nothing: Why There Is Something Rather than Nothing. New York, NY: Free, 2012. 7-8. Print.
As I saunter onto the school field, I survey the premises to behold people in coats, shielding themselves from winter's blues. The sun isn't out yet, but the place bursting with life and exuberance, with people gliding across the ice covered floor almost cat-like. The field is effervescent and despite the dire conditions, the field seems to have taken on a life of its own. The weather is bad and the ice seems to burn the skin if touched, yet the mood is still euphoric. The bare shrubs and plants about the place look like they've been whipped by Winter himself. The air is frosty and at every breath the sight of steam seems to be present. A cold, cruel northerly wind blows across the playground and creates unrest amongst some. Crack! The crisp sound of leaves is heard, as if of ice splitting and hissing. Squirrels are seen trying to find a point of safety, scurrying about the bare trees that lie around the playground. Mystery and enigma clouds the playing field, providing a sense of anticipation about the place. Who is going to be the person to spoil the moment? To kill the conversation?
Habits of the Creative Minds is a simple textbook with a particular twist. I began reading the book thinking it was going to be a basic textbook, but the author,Richard E. Miller and Ann Jurecic, changed the tone of the book and put it into a metaphor. This metaphor was about the reader in your writing, or for anyone reading should feel like Alice in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. The reader should be reading, and figuratively fall into the reading, by this the authors means the reader should not want to put that book down. They should be engulfed in the book and read from cover to cover. The attention must be maintained and the best way to do this is by making the writing unique. The authors of this book puts
He just threw his advise and vanished as if he was an illusion leaving behind one single evidence of his subsistence - the dried goat’s blood over my face. The short man stayed there longer canvassing the blade in his hand by his eyes covered with alternating glimpse of hesitation and clouds of tenaciousness. I stayed on obnubilating in my shelter until he commenced moving away. Subconsciously, I found me propelling myself up and over with the world around me turning upside down. I felt so weak but my enthusiasm kept me persuading this deep wish of following him.
Wallin, Nils-Bertil. "The History of Zero." How was zero discovered?. (2002): n. page. Print. .
Taking a creative writing class was a good way for me to express my thoughts and feelings onto paper, as well as read my other classmates stories. Reading stories created by other people lead me into their mind brain to experience what type of writer they were, it was an overall exquisite class. I believe that every person has a way of expressing who they are through writing stories of their own, fiction is the best way to express your creative imagination. This class that I took for two years helped me become a better writer and helped me understand the types of writers we have.