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“Ahhhhhh!!!!?” AP5 screamed. It had just awoken for the first time in what appeared to be a pit. However, he knew his name and how to write. He was lying on the floor in the corner of a well-lit room. There were no windows or doors. Just a ceiling, 4 walls, an unknown source of light and a desk on the opposite corner from AP5. There was a bundle of papers lying on the desk with a stand of vertically placed pens. AP5 knew what they were and what their function was. He wondered whether like them does he have a function. He wanted to hold them. While he was approaching the desk, he spotted another paper on the desk. It was a list. The list was titled “W.P.” followed by random words and phrases. The list didn’t make any coherent sense. However, AP5 felt a sudden urge in him to pick a paper and pen and write the topic - the first phrase on the top of the list. He wrote in the centre of the paper at the top. The movement felt natural to him. The word was called “Life”. He knew what the word represented. What it meant. However, not knowing what else to do, he fell back. He walked around the room. Thinking. Mostly about the word – “Life”. Time went by. He kept walking. Thinking. Walking. Thinking. Walking. Thinking. Walking. Thinking. Walking. Suddenly he came to a halt. He had thought everything about the word that was possible. He had deciphered everything about “Life” which he could. He wanted to record his thoughts. He scanned around the room. Then his gaze suddenly felt upon the paper and the pen. It all made sense to him now. He knew what his purpose was. He held the pen and began pressing it down hurriedly on the paper. He wrote, wrote and wrote. He didn’t stop writing until he had noted down all his thoughts about “Life” on that paper. After an unknown period of continued writing he came to a halt. He had finished. He knew he had done well. He put it aside. But he didn’t feel satisfied yet. He wanted more. More. More. More. He went on the next topic of the list. It read “Kill”. He again felt a strange feeling within him. He repeated all the motions as he had done for “Life”. He walked. He wrote. He walked. He wrote. He walked. He wrote. He walked. He wrote. And before he knew the list was finished. He had written about all the topics in the list. There was nothing left. The urge within him had died. He wondered what he would do next. He grew restless. His eyes became blurry. His chest was feeling heavy. Suddenly a voice came from inside him. It said “SYSTEM FAILURE!! SYSTEM FAILURE!! SYSTEM FAILURE!!”. AP5 suddenly felt a strong sensation inside of him and he lost consciousness. He fell onto the floor beside the desk. Suddenly the room opened up. 2 people came inside. They picked up AP5 and placed him in an open container. “Fuck!! We failed again. I wonder what can we do to be successful”, one of them said. “Maybe we should give them a chair next time”, the other one replied. They both started laughing and exited.
