They call her strong

So she pours the coffee

They call her brave

So she paints another lipstick smile

They call her tough

So she grits her teeth through the pain

They call her courageous

So she puts on her cape

They call her compassionate

So she calls a grieving friend

They call her selfless

So she sets aside her plan

They call her capable

So she grabs her car keys

They call her persistent

So she opens the door

They call her competent

So she weaves through the traffic

They call her clever

So she narrowly avoids a fender bender

They call her caring

So she knocks on the door

They call her loving

So she reaches out to hug her friend

They call her attentive

So she listens to the fears

They call her empathetic

So she cries alongside

They call her helpful

So she puts together a meal train

They call her generous

So she is the first to cook

They call her faithful

So she says another prayer

They call her independent

So she dares not ask for help

They call her steadfast

So she dare not give up today

They call her reliable

So she does it all over again–tomorrow

Burdens carried for each other

and laughter in the nighttime

a general agreement that everything is okay

when you're together

Think of one another

share those thoughts and

show kindness that way

what a beautiful thing to be on someone else's mind

Praying for each other

wanting the best of all blessings

true love is sacrifice of time and

commitment to the building up of something

Yoked together for the sake of one another,

no plans, no need to strategize

one comes upon the other in moments

meant only to share the best things in life together

and make everything a little easier.

We stopped believing the world would end about 50 years back. However, a sigh, still escaped my lips. There's something about the turn of the century that gets me shivering. What would I know though? This is only my first.

The News is hard to avoid these days, peering into my mind without my permission. I need to get my implants upgraded...ad free software is so expensive. Although, this is not an ad, it certainly does feel like it. Unnecessary, forced information in my retina! The government be damned !

"Artificial sunlight gives us another year. Glory to the five Kingdoms of the satellite. President Chen announces that the fuel is sufficient to carry us through another 100 years. Climate control is at it's peek and we will continue to make progress. Soon we can have the snow without the cold promises the President. Fine things are coming to the Kingdoms.

On a more serious note, the uprising of androids and robots alike are becoming hostile and violent. They continue to demand to be seen as equals and demand to have rights as sentient beings. A.I President Gaia is working on legislation to unite the Kingdoms granting favour to our mechanical allies. This sounds like the answer we need to end the war and violence on all scales.

People who show prejudice will be dealt with. A warning and goodnight. Your Worldly Daily News. Read by ChatGBT version 130.4. "

Just another day... same old news . Different century. Nothing to worry about, right ?

Apparently we're off to a great start to the new year, 2101. Here it is, January 2, and there has yet to be a mass shooting this year. Although it means we've gone only a whole day without one, we are all hopeful.

The President ordered all flags to fly at "full mast" today. This has not been done since some time in 2022, and even that is arguable, given those who died days later following the mass shootings before that day. Life at half-mast has become the way of the banner, each bangled star just as well representing a bullet hole.

How grand that banner shall be, at full height! What symbolism! We can only wonder, Will the sun set on the flag flown this way? Would today be a good day to fund mental health fully? or send a memo to those who decide?

Enjoy today's flag as it struggles against gravity forced upon it by the trouble brewing in some people's minds and likely to reach critical by tomorrow.

There was the dark of the cool desert night,

moonlight peeling off layers of night, making lava rocks shine an iridescent black.

Owls hoot in the distance, as my fingers slap keys.

My fingers hardly light.

At first, there was the fear, the fear of rejection.

Nobody was praying for me, no one genuine.

The only ones around were the ones preying on me.

Disgusting leeches, trying to drag me down.

Their hands clamoring for my living body, if money could be earned if I was dead, I'm sure they would have.

And there she was.

Like heaven kissed morning breath on the sandy hill peeks I would stare at from my window.

I couldn't see her face, but the person beyond the screen was the thing that took me away.

The day of the week, the nickname that started it all.

Thursday.

My new favorite day, the day before Friday, when my mood would settle in and I'd let loose the demons that churned within.

Long forgotten, hatred still brewing.

My mind was evanescent like I wasn't living there, like I was in the memory of a life soon to pass, but the moments with her were all I had.

Every time I'd bite my tongue, hoping to put teeth on through,

there'd be the memory of peace when we would talk.

Not really 'talk' but more write, write of people and days we weren't living,

watching worlds rise and fall. Watching emotions explored that I hadn't felt, things I couldn't understand.

I would choke on the words, the words I couldn't feel.

Yet, it wasn't so bad. Not when I knew we were both there together, the Gods of our world. The creators. And the things I wanted to say, I swallowed like the bile that churned in my stomach as my brain switched on the new contact. The relay flicking in direction like the plunge of the keys, each tap of the switch, another synapse firing away.

God, she took me away.

She took me away.