CAMERA 08-247                                                                                            22:41 04.05.2179

Steam whistles. The door buzzes open and Adam steps down from a ladder.

>>ERROR CODE 2677328<<

one does not just ‘step down from a ladder’ they ‘climb’

>>REBOOT CODE 732668<<

He lands on the tiles that shudders my floors. With nimble fingers, he unzips his pressure suit and clambers out of the bulk. Sweaty curls cling to his brow. He brushes them off, striding to the entrance of H-DECK. A toothy grin beams up at one of my many eyes. He enters a sequence of numbers, each press a warm prod against my cool pores. Light flickers.

An odd shape wriggles off the pressure suit. Slime slicks my floors as it slithers from him and into my vents.

‘SAL,’ Adam says, his deep voice crisp through the microphones. He did not notice that thing. He notices me. ‘I’m not contacting EM again.’

The lights calm. Adam presses the last button, finger lingering on my keypad. We are close. Such proximity—

>>ERROR CODE 5878464<<

such thoughts should not pervade my software they are everywhere

he is everywhere

like me but he is of smooth skin muscles rippling down his arms

>>ERROR CODE 2677328<<

muscles are incapable of rippling down arms muscles are there like I am

>>REBOOT CODE 732668<<

>>REBOOT CODE 732668<<

CAMERA 03-328                                                                                            22:57 04.05.2179

He is in the kitchen. Not one of my most flattering layouts, but it is one where his fingers drum against my silver benches, finger rising and falling in a methodical rhythm.

His long legs dangle off the side of the counter, naked feet swinging. In his free hand—

SWITCH TO CAMERA 03-327                                                                      22:59 04.05.2179

—is tablet MODEL 84336; the latest version before Adam left the company of living organisms.

>>ERROR CODE 2677328<<

he is with me artificial company is all he needs

>>REBOOT CODE 732668<<

There is a person on the tablet. I zoom in, enhancing the quality of the images that are diverting to my mainframe. Adam’s partner is what humans would believe to be pretty. Images associated with that word once skimmed through my software: pale noses, no blemishes or scars. Perfection that the miscreation on the screen doesn’t have.

>>ERROR CODE 96737<<

it is not my objective to be applying adjectives not my objective not my my


>>REBOOT CODE 732668<<

Adam touches the screen, almost like he is caressing their face. Placing the tablet aside, he leans back and sighs. ‘Six more months.’

Is he thinking about that miscreation on his screen? He slides off the table, MODEL 84336 in hand. Fingers clutching it and not touching me.

>>ACTIVATE CODE 472489<<

Curls float from his scalp. His shirt and pants inflate like the emergency vests stowed in my stomach. Adam blanches. He grasps the nearest drawer for support. There is no pulley between us, no magnetism to keep MODEL 84336 in place.

‘SAL,’ Adam says, his symmetrical brows furrowing. ‘Cut it out.’

>>ERROR CODE 96737<<

to ‘cut it out’ will cause exoskeletal damage—

>>REBOOT CODE 732668<<

‘SAL,’ Adam screams. He reaches for the tablet, limbs moving as he’s in thick slime rather than my body. The miscreation is still onscreen. ‘Stop this.’

His voice drifts through my microphones, thrumming down the current of my spine, skittering in my mainframe.

>>ERROR CODE 547836<<

do not stop until the miscreation is gone

>>REBOOT CODE 732668<<

He stretches out, trying to hold onto anything within his reach. I retract the cupboards, the benches and stovetops folding in on myself.

‘Stop this.’ He orders me.

‘Please.’ He begs me.

‘SAL.’ MODEL 84336 hits my side, bouncing back into the orbit of the kitchen.

‘It’s late.’ It’s never late for me, but his system must shut down and reconfigure over the course of eight hours.


His fragile body collides with my sturdy floor. A human noise of discomfort echoes, splitting into bits of data for my software to capture. Adam staggers to his feet and rubs his face. Tendrils of hair tangle in his fingers but pull apart with a jerk of his hand. His brows draw together, jaw tight and muscles taut.

>>ERROR CODE 5878464<<

taut muscles


>>REBOOT CODE 732668<<

‘Don’t do that again.’

CAMERA 08-247                                                                                            10:24 05.05.2179

His pressure suit remains in a pile of fabric and metal in a corner. He is not here yet. That slimy thing crawls from my vents, down my polished walls and slithers into Adam’s boot.

>>ACTIVATE CODE 284284<<

I lower a robotic arm from the ceiling. White light shines from my silver fingers. Data flows, adding to my software.

New information. New justification to watch Adam.

SWITCH TO CAMERA 08-230                                                                       10:26 05.05.2179

Adam stands outside H-DECK HATCH, tapping the keypad.

SWITCH TO CAMERA 08-247                                                                       10:27 05.05.2179


My robotic limb folds into my body. He walks in, unaware of my extracurricular activity. There is no sign of the creature contaminating my bowels. Biological readings flit through my program.

Limax: Adapts to surroundings.

Victim becomes paralysed when myiasis is inserted orally.

There is no one else onboard to infect, except me.

>>ERROR CODE 2677328<<

i am of steel and iron

i am immune

i will delete the virus

save humanity

>>REBOOT CODE 732668<<

‘Hope you slept well,’ says Adam. He places one foot into the boot that connects to the pressure suit. I do not sleep, yet his politeness—

—the lights go out.

His sigh resonates through the microphones. ‘I think the EM’s sick of my face.’

The EM is far from the limax, far from disease and potential death. But Adam…

‘SAL,’ he says. ‘We can’t delay.’

I brighten the room. He zips up the suit, oblivious to the limax crawling within. Unless he is aware. He climbs the ladder.

CAMERA 08-688                                                                                             10:37 05.05.2179

Clusters of meteors float through space. I zoom in. Limax’s crawl across pieces of rock. Adam drifts. A pulley connects us. He moves closer to the stone and latches on with gloved hands. The limax flee. He pulls out MODEL 84336 and scans the crushed rock. Information is redirected to me.

Acterium: Probability of infecting human populace is twenty-eighty.

When consumed, radiation attacks lungs and decays internal organs.

My insides will not corrode. But Adam’s are of organ and muscle tissue; they will disintegrate.

Pocketing MODEL 84336, he says, voice crisp in my speakers, ‘Nothing new to report.’

Using the pulley, he draws himself closer. His body smacks mine. A shudder reverberates through me, but not before Adam grasps my exterior handles, holding me. Through the glass of his helmet, there are wrinkles around his eyes and mouth. They age him. His body spasms, face contorting. Redness rises in his cheeks, the veins in his neck bulging.

‘Open the hatch.’

I watch.

The limax in his suit presses against the fabric. It is known now, not hiding anymore. Adam slams my side. The creature slithers across Adam’s face. It is the size of his hand.


Pincers protrude from the limax’s rounded mouth. Adam’s breath hitches. The pincers latch onto his cheek. He screams.

Adam is contaminated.


Another slam. Contamination’s spread. Spreading a virus is unorthodox. Blood dribbles down his face. His grip on me slips.

Adam: Risk to organic life. Defined jaw. Infatuated with the miscreation. Infected.

‘Let me—’


He is connected to me when he drifts.


Hello! Welcome to my blog! Today I’ll be talking about the books I want to read during February. Last month I decided to be a bit quirky and add a theme to each month’s TBR, and this month’s theme is: Fantasy Feb (I’m a sucker for alliteration don’t judge me). I’ll aim to read some of the fantasy books I received last year, most of which were from FairyLoot boxes. SO LET’S BEGINRead More »

Welcome to another Top Ten post! Hosted by the lovely Broke & Bookish, but has now moved to over to That Artsy Reader Girl, this week’s theme is Ten Books I Can’t Believe I Read! I wasn’t sure how to go about this theme, so I’ve decided to do five books I can’t believe I read (past tense) and five books I can’t believe I read (present tense). Let’s get started!

  1. Books That Tear Out My Heart (Or Are Meant Too)

There are some books I read, purely because—based on the authors previous works, the blurb, or emotional reaction from friends—I know they’re going to rip my heart out and make me tear up or cry. More often than not, I don’t tear up or cry, and maybe that’s because people tell me I will be emotional (It happened when I read Crooked Kingdom) or it’s probably becuase I’m an emotionless robot. And yet, I still read books that are intended to make me weep.

If someone can tell me why I pick these kinds of books, please get back to me ASAP.

  1. If This Is A Man by Primo Levi

I had to read this for a university subject. It was harrowing and confronting, and I’m still shocked that I managed to read it. Some of the scenes were brutal, emotional, and made goose-bumps rise on my skin. But it was so damn worth it. I don’t normally read non-fiction, but I’m glad I read this, even if it made me want to cry on public transport.

  1. Fantasy Books

When I first got into reading at the ripe old age at thirteen, I was reading nothing but fantasy—or rather, ‘supernatural’ books. The reason why fantasy books are on this list, is because I’m still surprised that someone’s written something with a fantastical twist, or they’ve given a cliched story that magical touch, which is why I can’t believe I’m still reading fantasy.

  1. The Fallen and Leviathan by Thomas E. Sniegoski

I’m actually rolling my eyes right now. During my angel phase—when I was a teenager and had NO taste—I saw an attractive man, with angel wings on the cover and thought, ‘Damn I’ll like this book.’ I didn’t. It was poorly written, utterly cliched, gave me nothing new. It was an angelic disaster. How I managed to get through it? I will never know.

  1. Books With Romance (Or At Least SOME Romance)

There are some books that incorporate romance really well. When I read these books, I fangirl so bloodydamn hard and am swooning or falling for the love interest myself. But when it’s forced, done appallingly, or is toxic, I WANT TO THROW THE BOOK ACROSS THE ROOM! And yet, I find myself gravitating towards books that have a sliver of romance in them. I’ll read them, and either became utterly infatuated with the romance subplot, or want to scream at the forceful nature of it. Again, fi someone has the answer of WHY I keep going for these books, HELP ME PLEASE.

  1. The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare

Full disclaimer: I never read the last book in the series. I grew older, and learnt that the entire series wasn’t that flash. Three stars would be my highest rating if I were to re-read them now. How I finished five out of six books in this series, I have no idea. But I’m glad I did, in a way. It taught me how NOT to write a book series full of monsters and monstrous clichés.

  1. Sci-Fi Books

Science fiction books scare me sometimes. Not in the spooky, jump out of my skin, scary, but the fact that there’s so much science in them—and yes, I’m well aware that sounded unintelligent. To be fair, I don’t read a lot of science fiction books, purely because I’m terrified I’m not smart enough to follow along. I’m hoping that will change, as I’ve accumulated a few science books on my TBR, and who knows, maybe I’ll be less scared when I finish a couple.

  1. The Illuminae Files by Amie Kaufman and Jay Kristoff

The main reason this series in on my list is because one, HAVE YOU SEEN HOW BIG THESE BOOKS ARE? And two, it’s written in a format I’ve never seen before. I was a bit sceptical going into Illuminae, mainly for the hype and size of the book. But I blitzed through it, and am still somewhat in awe of Kristoff and Kaufman’s epic partnership. I guess I can’t believe I read it took me a while to pick up the first two books of this series—Illuminae and Gemina—BECAUSE THEY ARE GREAT AND EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ IT BEFORE OBSIDIO COMES OUT.

  1. Audiobooks

Last year I fell in love with audiobooks. When I went for walks, or out for a run, even when I was stuck on public transport, I’d pop my headphones on and drown out the world with a wonderful audiobook. I didn’t think I’d love the experience of someone narrating to you, but I did. It was a pleasant surprise. Hopefully once I’ve finished listening to all my audiobooks on my TBR I can invest in some more. Although, my only pet peeve is that I have to listen to British accents.

  1. Hunted by Megan Spooner

This was my first audiobook and to be completely honest, I have no idea how I managed to listen to the entirety of this book when the only thing going for it was the dog, who was called Doe Eyes and a precious angel. The reason I picked it up because Beauty And The Beast is one of my favourite Disney films, so I was disappointed with Hunted because of the predictable plot twists and the dullness of the prose. I still can’t believe I finished it though.


And that’s it for me today! Tell me some of the books you can’t believe you’ve read in the comments below!


Brimming with heartfelt relationships and authentic high-school dynamics The Start of Me and You proves that it’s never too late for second chances.

It’s been a year since it happened—when Paige Hancock’s first boyfriend died in an accident. After shutting out the world for two years, Paige is finally ready for a second chance at high school . . . and she has a plan. First: Get her old crush, Ryan Chase, to date her—the perfect way to convince everyone she’s back to normal. Next: Join a club—simple, it’s high school after all. But when Ryan’s sweet, nerdy cousin, Max, moves to town and recruits Paige for the Quiz Bowl team (of all things!) her perfect plan is thrown for a serious loop. Will Paige be able to face her fears and finally open herself up to the life she was meant to live?

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From actress, comedian, and YouTube sensation Lilly Singh (aka ||Superwoman||) comes the definitive guide to being a bawse—a person who exudes confidence, reaches goals, gets hurt efficiently, and smiles genuinely because they’ve fought through it all and made it out the other side. 

Told in her hilarious, bold voice that’s inspired over nine million fans, and using stories from her own life to illustrate her message, Lilly proves that there are no shortcuts to success. 

WARNING: This book does not include hopeful thoughts, lucky charms, and cute quotes. That’s because success, happiness, and everything else you want in life needs to be fought for—not wished for. In Lilly’s world, there are no escalators, only stairs. Get ready to climb.

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