<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681447732989190653</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:32:42.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...or should I?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681447732989190653/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>at0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03396433388198588367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hx8kip-ibg/SOmDfRd9FKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hl-cQioMx6Q/S220/l_f9be7c4804763de2d71a0d177235cb9c.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681447732989190653.post-1991890883232994352</id><published>2010-08-29T02:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T01:13:58.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unseen Empire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Huge structures piercing the clouds flooded the land all around. These "skyscrapers" as "they" called them were everywhere, but did they really need such massive things. Maybe they were used for something "important" to them, but now they are just... empty. Well most anyway.. My name is Alteria and I am "The Future"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[MAN IN RED] "Gather round my children! I have news of our progress!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mass of people gathered around the man and were completely silent waiting for his next words. The sky was black with clouds signifying the rain soon to come as they all stared at him as if his words were to cure there unending hunger. There were children in tattered clothing that stood at the sides of the many adults, most of which were men. The man in red looked around as if expecting someone to speak but no one said a word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[MAN IN RED] "Our time in this horrid place is finally coming to an end and we all have this young girl to thank!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From behind the man a fragile looking girl to be about the age of 16 appeared. The people turned to each other and began to mutter amongst themselves and some even began to leave. The man then stepped forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[MAN IN RED] "Wait! She may not look it but this young girl is the key to our freedom I swear and I shall show you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The man then took out a small radio which was in very poor condition. The radio's battery slot was empty and its nob was broken off and an antenna was no where to be seen. The man then took the girls arm forcefully and pressed her hand up to the radio and with that static was heard and the people around came to a quick silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[MAN IN RED] "You see! This girl can not only power such devices but also use them in ways one would never predict!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girl tried to pull away as the radio static stuttered and voices were heard through the noise. The voices got more and more comprehensible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[RADIO] "Ladies and gentlemen this game has taken a turn for the worst as Nakamura, the star pitcher for the Hanshin Tigers is carried off the field from what seems to be heat exhaustion."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[MAN IN RED] "She can tune in and intercept radio waves coming from the "Blinded."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The radio then stuttered into a silence as the people jumped and cheered and with that the man let go of the girl as she then fell to the ground and began to pant. Her eyes grew darker and darker until she blacked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681447732989190653-1991890883232994352?l=at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/feeds/1991890883232994352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681447732989190653&amp;postID=1991890883232994352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681447732989190653/posts/default/1991890883232994352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681447732989190653/posts/default/1991890883232994352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/2010/08/unseen-empire.html' title='The Unseen Empire'/><author><name>at0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03396433388198588367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hx8kip-ibg/SOmDfRd9FKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hl-cQioMx6Q/S220/l_f9be7c4804763de2d71a0d177235cb9c.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681447732989190653.post-5176253530436817301</id><published>2009-12-21T13:08:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T03:55:13.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The International Case of Robert Thatch</title><content type='html'>The darkness of which kept Robert comfort began to subside slowly until he had fully opened his eyes from another lonely night and was forced now to face reality. He rubbed his left eye only as he did every morning and then got out on the left side of the bed. Robert's bed was a single and had no sheets and only one pillow with a small blanket. Robert looked at his bed as if to make it, but as every morning his eyes caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror across the room. The door was always open because Robert liked it this way. He then began to walk into the bathroom with his eyes only fixed on the mirror. When he got to it his eyes began to study his own appearance. Now Robert wasn't fat and wasn't that old and most would actually label him as handsome. After a short while the gaze of Robert's eyes fell to the sink. He let out a sigh and then said the same thing he would tell himself every morning, "I'll call him today, right after breakfast." He then brushed his teeth, but did nothing else to prepare for the day ahead. Robert felt a bit cold wearing only his underwear so he decided to get dressed.  He but on his suit which was a dark blue color which most would call black. He then put on a black tie along with some black shoes. Robert wasn't putting on a suit for his job and not even because he wanted to feel important. No, Robert put a suit on because that was all he owned. Robert then started walking toward the kitchen not even taking time to straighten his tie. The wood floor echoed his steps as he made his way across the cold dark apartment. On his way to the kitchen Robert would always glance over toward the phone, but not so much the phone but the small light on the answering machine. If it were to light up it was to mean that he had a message and for him to have a message would mean a bill collector or sales person, but nothing else. He noticed the light, but kept walking to the kitchen where he made himself two eggs and a glass of orange juice. He ate the eggs and drank the juice while thinking about the light on his machine, he would always make up different people of which the message was from. One time around last summer he imagined it was from the President him self and got so into it he ran to the phone and without listening to the message called the person directly back.  The person answered and with that Robert &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; cut off the person and began having a conversation with the President of the United States. He laughed and told the person what he thought about his work and how he was proud of what he was doing with the country in its current state. Then finally Robert stopped and waited for the person to speak again. Now this person was no bill collector or salesperson. This person was a doctor, and because Robert carried on a full conversation with no one, the doctor decided he should come by Robert's place, Robert never asked why the Doctor called in the first place. From that day on the doctor would come over every day around six and just talk to Robert and then always leave around nine. The doctor which is what Robert called him was his only friend. Its not that the doctor never told Robert his name, but that Robert would not stop calling him doctor. As Robert ate his eggs he sniffled a little. The house was cold and it was getting closer to winter. He finished his breakfast and then headed to the phone. He arrived and just stared at the flashing red light and then the text on the machine that said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"1 New Message, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Received&lt;/span&gt; on Friday 11/5 at 10:08 A.M." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert smiled a little to himself as he then pressed the delete button and watched the text return to,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No New Messages."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then turned to walk out the door when then the phone rang. He stopped and his heart jumped while his eyes widened. The ring of the phone was very soft, but the more it rang Robert became more angry and then held his hands over his ears. Robert then removed his hands after what seemed to be an hour to him and as he did he still heard the sound of the phone ringing. Robert sighed and slowly picked up the phone and brought it up to his ear. He cleared his throat first and then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"H-Hello" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the voice on the other side responded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hey is this Robbert?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert then responded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What ever your selling I don't want it so please stop calling me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice then came back with a laugh then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No Robert its me, William" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roberts heart jumped again and he didn't know what to say when the voice then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You still there?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that Robert quickly responded back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I was going to call you today!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the voice then laughed again and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Funny timing then huh?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert became calm and then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I suppose so. How are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then William said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fine fine, but listen I was wondering if maybe you could come by today? You know just to catch up and you could even meet my wife and kids!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert smiled and his legs felt weak as he then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I would love that William! When should I come? Do you still live in the same place? Should I bring some food or something? What should I wear?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William laughed and then responded,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "You can come whenever you want and yes I live in the same place and all I want is for you to be here, you don't have to dress nice or bring anything, I just want to see my little brother you know?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert felt over joyed as then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh man I can't wait! We can play chess together just like old times!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William chuckled a bit then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"yeah sure I've gotten a bit rusty, but I think I can still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beat'cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Oh and Robert I also have a surprise for you so hurry over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert then nodded and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sure thing brother I'm on my way now!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"OK drive safe I'll see you when you get here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone call ended and Robert couldn't have been more happy in his entire life. He quickly ran to the bath room and took a five minute shower and even fixed his hair after. He slipped his suit back on and headed out the door to his bike. Robert didn't own a car and actually didn't own a bike either. He just saw a bike on the side of the apartment building and took it. He then peddled rapidly toward the side walk and down the road. Robert left around 12 P.M. and the time was now 1:32 P.M. according to his wrist watch. He was tired from peddling, but wanted to get to his brothers house as fast as he could. He began noticing small features of the area that he remembered, he new exactly where he was. He then noticed things around that were new. A bunch of houses and buildings looked run down and some looked like they weren't burnt down. The time was now 2:34 P.M. and Robert had made it to his brother's street which was "Central View St." He turned down the road and noticed that all the houses around looked abandoned. Robert felt slightly worried as he approached his brother's home. As the house came into view Robert let out a sigh of relief to see his brother's house looking as good as new. The strange thing was that all the houses around it were either burnt down or abandoned except for one across the street. Robert pulled up to the side of the house and put his  bike against the white wooden fence. He looked around at the house and seemed a bit confused, but he soon shrugged it off and approached the door. He knocked three times and waited for an answer. Robert heard foot steps from inside then he heard his brother say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It could be Robby."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert smiled to himself as then the door opened and he had finally saw his brother for the first time in 12 years. Robert's eye began to water, but then was quickly to rub the tears away. William then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Robby! Its so good to see you man!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William gave Robert a hug and Robert was filled with so much emotion he couldn't hug back until a few seconds after. They parted and then Robert said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sorry I'm late, the traffic was pretty bad." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William then shook his head and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Its OK! Come in and I'll show you my house and family!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert smiled and entered the house following William. The house was very bright with color. The lights seemed very bright to Robert, but not enough to squint. William lead him into the kitchen area where he then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Robert this is my wife Caroline." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thin woman standing in front of Robert had  golden blond hair and was wearing a light tan dress with a white apron on as she then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Its very nice to meet you Robert, William has told me so much about you! Oh, and I'm cooking a pork roast so I hope your hungry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert smiled and nodded at Caroline and then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes mam It's very nice to meet you and I can't wait for dinner." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William laughed at Robert then whispered to him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't call her mam, she already thinks she getting old!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they both laughed and then William said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, and over in the room are my two wonderful kids Johnny and Amy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert approached the room with William as then came into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; a boy that seemed to be about that age of 10 and a small girl who looked no older than 6. William then said to the children,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kids this is your uncle Robert, and he has come by to meet you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert felt even more emotion as the kids ran up to him and hugged his legs and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hello Uncle Robby!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert looked down at them and smiled then said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Its very nice to meet the both of you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids then ran back into the room and began playing with their toys again. William patted Robert on the back then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lets go into the living room and talk a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert nodded and followed him into the living room where as they got there he saw two chairs put up to a coffee table and a chess board in the middle. William laughed and looked at Robert then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why not over a game of chess just like old times right."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert laughed a little and sat down then said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hope your ready to lose!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two brothers began playing chess and started talking about what they have been doing for the past twelve years. Robert didn't lie to his brother but instead left out some details. After a while talking about the past Robert then brought up the question of the houses around Williams. William then sighed a little and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Their was a riot a little while back and a bunch of people started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;burning&lt;/span&gt; the houses down in this area."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert's eyes widened then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What!?! Why?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William looked at Robert and sighed again then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It was because we were labeled as the rich people and with so many homeless it was just a a matter of time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William looked down and then back up looking confused as he then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why wasn't your house and the one across the street burned?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William shook his head and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I honestly don't know, but because of that riot I realized I could have died so I wanted to see you as soon as I could little brother!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert smiled a little at his brother and then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"thanks for inviting me brother." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William laughed a little to brighten the mood then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't you want to know what my surprise for you was?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert looked at the chess board and realized he couldn't win as he then looked back up and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sure what is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William got up and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Stay here and I'll go get it!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert nodded and waited for his brother to return. Robert sill felt cold even though in the living room there was a fire place and he thought he even noticed his breath. He moved the chair a bit closer to the fire place when William returned into the room and then said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Robert I would like you to meet our neighbor Samantha." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roberts eyes went from William to the women standing next to him. Robert's eye lit up as she was the most beautiful women he had ever seen he then stood up and fixed his tie a little then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"H-Hello Samantha, its nice to meet you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at him and then approached him slightly then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The pleasures all mine Robert." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert felt numb and his vision seemed to blur everywhere but her. He smiled at her and seemed to be in a trance. She then blushed a little and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Please don't stare your embarrassing me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert quickly looked down a little then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"oh I'm so sorry I just.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with that William then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, I need to go help Caroline with dinner so please you two talk a little" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William then exited the room leaving Robert and Samantha awkwardly starring at each other. Robert then looked to the couch and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why don't we sit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha smiled at him then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Sure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they both sat down on the couch she was the one to sit closer to him. A small period of silence went by as she then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm glad you and your brother finally started talking again." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert nodded then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"yeah me too, I can't even remember why we stopped."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha took Robert's hand into hers and then looked him into the eyes then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Its been a while Robert, I was worried"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert's stomach tightened as his eyes were locked to hers and he then spoke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm sorry Sam I.. I just... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha smiled a little and put her finger in front of her lips motioning him to stop talking as she lent in and softly pressed her lips to his. Roberts shoulders fell limp and his eyes closed as he felt very warm  and relaxed now. The kiss lasted a while but didn't seem long enough to him and as she pulled away his eyes remained closed. Samantha laughed a little and then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've wanted to do that for three years.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert's eyes finally opened as he then spoke softly back and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I never wanted to leave you.. it was my damned father he was just so stubborn he wouldn't listen to reason."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha smiled again and nodded in understanding as she then rested her head down onto his lap and closed her eyes then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just promise never to leave me again Robert... I was so lonely without you.. I didn't know what to do..I felt as if I couldn't go on.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert's gaze fell onto her as he then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm so sorry... when I found out you..you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert's eyes quickly shut and a piercing sound went through his head as he then let out a loud yell. His sight went blurry and he tried to find Samantha, but couldn't. He stood up and began yelling her name,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Samantha! Sam! Where are you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert then ran forward blindly and then tripped over something and fell onto his face and blacked out. A few hours later Robert woke up and sat up and tried to figure out what happened. He didn't know where he was. His surroundings were black and charred and it was really cold. Robert felt very confused as he then struggled to stand, but as he did the room began to spin and with that Robert fell towards the floor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; but this time was caught. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shook&lt;/span&gt; his head and tried to focus on the person who was holding him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Samantha!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice spoke but sounded muffled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Robert! Are you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert smiled and then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Samantha I thought I lost you again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the voice responded in a less muffled tone this time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Samantha? who is Samantha Robert?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert's eyes widened and his heart felt as if it stopped completely. His sight came back into focus and realized the person holding him was  male and it wasn't his brother. The person was wearing a helmet and some sort of suit resembling and astronaut's attire. Robert face was horrified as he pushed the person away and fell back as he then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What the? What did you do to Samantha? Where is William? WHO ARE YOU!!?!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person approached Robert again and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Robert this is Doctor Henson, when I came to your house today you weren't there so I asked the neighbors and they said you took a bike and headed toward the infected zones. Its OK your going to be OK, Just come with us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roberts gaze went from left to right then back to the Doctor. His eyes closed and tears began to run down his cheeks and with that he stood up, but he felt very weak and was struggling very hard to remain in stance. Robert then closed his eyes and spoke,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're lying! Where are they Doctor? Where are they? I thought we were friends? I thought..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert's vision went black and he fell again as he heard muffled voices saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He's down! Hurry and get him to the Lab!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sir he is infected! Shouldn't we contain this!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"NO! You will not do such a thing! He is still alive after hours of exposure he is very valuable! Take him to the lab now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"yes sir!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours passed and more hours passed. Robert felt as though he was dreaming and that he would wake up and be with Samantha back on the couch. Maybe they had fallen asleep together. Yeah that had to be true. Robert's eyes began to open slowly, but all he could see was a bright light which forced him to squint. But then a figure passed infront of the light and blocked the light, but this figure resembled a girl. Robert smiled big as his eyes closed and tears fell out the sides as he then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Samantha.. Oh I had the worst nightmare, but I'm glad I'm back by you... I was so scared..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice then looked to the right and then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Doctor he's awake!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roberts eyes opened abruptly as he then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What!?! NO! NO! NOOO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert began to frantically struggle but couldn't. He realised his feet and arms were bound tight. Robert looked to the right with tears running down his face at a rapid rate. He looked at the Doctor and then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I just want to see Samantha.. please.. Please Doctor please.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor looked at Robert and then sighed and looked down and then said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sedate him a bit longer.. let Robert.. let my son rest a bit more before we start.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert looked back up towards the blinding light as he then spoke to himself softly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If all this is real and what happened wasn't... then please... please... let me dream of her.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681447732989190653-5176253530436817301?l=at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/feeds/5176253530436817301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681447732989190653&amp;postID=5176253530436817301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681447732989190653/posts/default/5176253530436817301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681447732989190653/posts/default/5176253530436817301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/2009/12/international-case-of-robert-thatch.html' title='The International Case of Robert Thatch'/><author><name>at0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03396433388198588367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hx8kip-ibg/SOmDfRd9FKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hl-cQioMx6Q/S220/l_f9be7c4804763de2d71a0d177235cb9c.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681447732989190653.post-206293264986786339</id><published>2009-10-10T22:59:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:13:18.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>0riginal Err0rs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;0~&lt;br /&gt;~r&lt;br /&gt;i~&lt;br /&gt;~g&lt;br /&gt;i~&lt;br /&gt;~n&lt;br /&gt;a~&lt;br /&gt;~l&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;   e~&lt;br /&gt;  ~r&lt;br /&gt;   r~&lt;br /&gt; ~0&lt;br /&gt;  r~&lt;br /&gt; ~s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681447732989190653-206293264986786339?l=at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/feeds/206293264986786339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681447732989190653&amp;postID=206293264986786339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681447732989190653/posts/default/206293264986786339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681447732989190653/posts/default/206293264986786339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/2009/10/d-t-e-r-r-o-r-s.html' title='0riginal Err0rs'/><author><name>at0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03396433388198588367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hx8kip-ibg/SOmDfRd9FKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hl-cQioMx6Q/S220/l_f9be7c4804763de2d71a0d177235cb9c.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681447732989190653.post-8468766939582334019</id><published>2009-01-12T00:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:21:37.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Case#: 890-Hazuki, Type: K, 05-20-37, Dr. Hatsuko</title><content type='html'>"I just hope he isn't as anti-social as people say.."&lt;br /&gt;--"yes but.."&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Hatsuko, so very nice to meet you, I am Doctor Eto and this is Doctor Gensai."&lt;br /&gt;--"what is this all about?"&lt;br /&gt;"straight to business, I like that!"&lt;br /&gt;--"...."&lt;br /&gt;"We at H.I.R.O. want to cure the infected ones as fast as possible and we would like all the help we can get."&lt;br /&gt;--"whats your point?"&lt;br /&gt;"hmm..well.. what Mr. Gensai and I are here for is to try and persuade your facility, T.O.R. Medical, to aid H.I.R.O. by sharing information of your studies on the infected."&lt;br /&gt;--"these "infected" as you call them... how does H.I.R.O. deal with the ones that get past the begining stages of the "infection"?&lt;br /&gt;"The "Lost Souls" as we call them are put into a controled coma, which is perfectlly harmless and easily reversable I might add"&lt;br /&gt;--"heh.. you put them into a coma.. they arn't violente... "&lt;br /&gt;"not phsically but Doctor they.."&lt;br /&gt;--"enough! I have heard enough.. T.O.R. Medical is an indepent organiztion and will not merge with any other... so if that is all you were here for.. Have a good evening gentlemen.."&lt;br /&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, I'm Back, you awake?"&lt;br /&gt;--"I didn't sleep last night really"&lt;br /&gt;"oh yeah and why is that?"&lt;br /&gt;--"The stars were so beautifull, I didn't want to stop watching them.."&lt;br /&gt;"stars?.. but you're.. hm.. well.. nevermind.."&lt;br /&gt;--"Did you see them?"&lt;br /&gt;"ahh umm no I didn't.. I was working all night.."&lt;br /&gt;--"oh.. they were.. sooo.... bright.. almost as if.. as if.."&lt;br /&gt;"as if what Ikeda?"&lt;br /&gt;--"as if... wait.. "Ikeda".. why did you.. why did.. why did you call me that?"&lt;br /&gt;"You have to understand and realize.. that is your real name.. Ikeda Hazuki.. you were born in Shuzu, Sector-46, a space station.. you are 23 years old.. your station was attacked and you were..."&lt;br /&gt;--"STOP!!! STOP!!.. YOU'RE LYING!!! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!!"&lt;br /&gt;"..damn it..Why!.. ugh.. I need a nurse to room 17 for Action #3: Mind Masage"&lt;br /&gt;--"A Nurse Will Be There Shortlly Please Do Not Panic"&lt;br /&gt;"...why is the patient so bent on these random false statistics of himself.... ugh.. I need a drink"&lt;br /&gt;--"Is this the patient Doctor?"&lt;br /&gt;"ya its him.. well.. I'm taking the rest of the night off... cya tomorrow..."&lt;br /&gt;--"Goodnight Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"goodnight... father...."&lt;br /&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681447732989190653-8468766939582334019?l=at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/feeds/8468766939582334019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681447732989190653&amp;postID=8468766939582334019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681447732989190653/posts/default/8468766939582334019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681447732989190653/posts/default/8468766939582334019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/2009/01/case-890-hazuki-type-k-05-20-37-dr.html' title='Case#: 890-Hazuki, Type: K, 05-20-37, Dr. Hatsuko'/><author><name>at0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03396433388198588367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hx8kip-ibg/SOmDfRd9FKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hl-cQioMx6Q/S220/l_f9be7c4804763de2d71a0d177235cb9c.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681447732989190653.post-3237068100184222175</id><published>2008-12-13T23:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:12:53.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>02-11-30</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shuji&lt;/span&gt; wait up!"&lt;div&gt;--"Huh? Oh! Sorry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kasumi&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You run too fast!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"Or you run too slow? Ever think of that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; mean..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt; I'm just kidding. How about we jog then huh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"K"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"So you have to go back tomorrow right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"yeah, Dad says we have to get to back home because of his job"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"home? you call it home?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"no.. well.. sometimes.. I try to make things work.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"yeah I guess I understand.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Will you miss me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"Ha, of course. When do you think you will come back?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't know, Dad is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;acting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;.. He seems to be in a hurry.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kasumi&lt;/span&gt; I.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, hold that thought... Hello.. I'm with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shuji&lt;/span&gt;... We went running.. what?.. whats wrong?.. OK but.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"Who was that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"My Dad.. he wants me to go back, he says we have to leave now.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"Oh.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.. well.. I was going to say.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No time, I have to get back.. you can tell me when I come back to see you again.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"But I.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kasumi&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681447732989190653-3237068100184222175?l=at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/feeds/3237068100184222175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681447732989190653&amp;postID=3237068100184222175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681447732989190653/posts/default/3237068100184222175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681447732989190653/posts/default/3237068100184222175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/2008/12/02-11-30.html' title='02-11-30'/><author><name>at0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03396433388198588367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hx8kip-ibg/SOmDfRd9FKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hl-cQioMx6Q/S220/l_f9be7c4804763de2d71a0d177235cb9c.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681447732989190653.post-459852684763480754</id><published>2008-12-10T23:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:13:03.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Case#: 890-Hazuki, Type: K, 05-02-37, Dr. Hatsuko</title><content type='html'>"Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hatsuko&lt;/span&gt;! Hey!"&lt;div&gt;--"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;? what do you want?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A small interview for The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kuwada&lt;/span&gt; Insider"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"not interested, now leave me alone"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"please sir just a couple questions, how is your research on the infected ones coming?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"... what did you say?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"the infected ones sir, is there a cure?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"look here boy! if you want to keep the ability to keep asking questions I suggest you stop!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mmhmm&lt;/span&gt;, okay, ya, what ever you say just please let me down!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"get the hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;outa&lt;/span&gt; here!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"recent sightings of the infected citizens have people in a state of panic; Dr. Yuri from the city Hospital of Insight and Research Organization &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;reassures&lt;/span&gt; people by saying "The people have nothing to worry about, we here at H.I.R.O set curing the infected at the top of our priority list."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"Hmph, what pigs, calling us 'Infected', wouldn't you say Kuichi?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"You ok Ku?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yeah.. its just these Doctors.. what if they can cure it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"Cure What!?!, they want to cure change? they want to cure evolution!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whould you go back if you could Ryo, would you take back normality?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"Are you listening to yourself Kuichi? Normality? are you serious?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Its just that.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"OPEN UP! 6th DIVISION INSPECTION!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ku! hurry, out the window!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"Not this time Ryo.. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What the hell are you doing!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"maybe they can fix it.. we have to try"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You! What!..THERE'S NO TIME FOR THIS KUICIHI!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"STAND STILL! DON'T MOVE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Goodbye Ryo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"DAMN HE GOT AWAY SIR, OUT THE WINDOW"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Its ok at least we got this one, hold him still and search the area for others.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"Ryo, maybe when they can cure me and I can find you again.. and.. and... ..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hurry this way!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"right!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"go left!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"k"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I think we lost them.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"good thing.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"lets rest here a bit, I think we are safe"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"Fai.. why were they chasing us?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"Fai?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;".. aww.. damn.. they.. got me.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"What the?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Run And We Shall Shoot. Stand And Turn."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--".. you.. monsters..she was my only family and you shot her!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Stand And Turn Or We Will Shoot"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--" YOU BASTARDS! DIE!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Commence Fire in 3..2.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"AHHHHH!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"1.. Goodbye.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--"fai.. i'm sorry.. i couldn't.. protect you.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681447732989190653-459852684763480754?l=at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/feeds/459852684763480754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681447732989190653&amp;postID=459852684763480754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681447732989190653/posts/default/459852684763480754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681447732989190653/posts/default/459852684763480754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/2008/12/case-890-hazuki-type-k-05-02-37-dr.html' title='Case#: 890-Hazuki, Type: K, 05-02-37, Dr. Hatsuko'/><author><name>at0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03396433388198588367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hx8kip-ibg/SOmDfRd9FKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hl-cQioMx6Q/S220/l_f9be7c4804763de2d71a0d177235cb9c.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7681447732989190653.post-7134638027172237849</id><published>2008-10-05T22:32:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T23:06:15.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Case#: 890-Hazuki, Type: K, 04-07-37, Dr. Hatsuko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"you there?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"ya.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I just like to check and see.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"I know"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"When can I go home? maybe soon?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"maybe.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I want to see mother again"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"I know.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"You know.. sometimes.. you just have to forget.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"forget?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"ya.. forget.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"but why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"it will make your.. situation... much more.. easier"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I don't know what you're talking about"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"sometimes.. you just have to forget.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"what do you mean?!?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"father?.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"father!?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"He isn't getting any better.. you know this right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"ya I know.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"then why keep this up?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"Its the safest way.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; not what is more effective"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"I know.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"well then I guess my part in this ends here.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"you know.. If you act like that all the time.. no one will want to be around you.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"ya.. so?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"ah.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cya&lt;/span&gt; around.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=--=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"hey.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"huh?.. you're back!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"ya.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"why did you leave me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"never mind that right now.. you think you can answer some more questions today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"ya.. I guess.. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; then.. what is you name"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kenichi&lt;/span&gt; Kamatsu"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"Where were you born?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nagashino&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"and how old are you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;".. I am.. 15 years old.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"are you sure"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"no.. no yes.. yes I am.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"ah.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; then.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all the questions for today.. get some sleep.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"I'll try.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"good night.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;--"...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-=-=-=-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7681447732989190653-7134638027172237849?l=at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/feeds/7134638027172237849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7681447732989190653&amp;postID=7134638027172237849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681447732989190653/posts/default/7134638027172237849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7681447732989190653/posts/default/7134638027172237849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://at0m-orshouldi.blogspot.com/2008/10/case-890-hazuki-type-k-04-07-37-dr.html' title='Case#: 890-Hazuki, Type: K, 04-07-37, Dr. Hatsuko'/><author><name>at0m</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03396433388198588367</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6hx8kip-ibg/SOmDfRd9FKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hl-cQioMx6Q/S220/l_f9be7c4804763de2d71a0d177235cb9c.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
