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I, Robot

The previous post was an intro to my newest project, a humble sci-fi novella that I have yet to name.

It's basically about a robot fugitive who has a bomb nestled in her chest. She escaped the FaPets factory to prevent the bomb from being detonated by the people from the organisation that brought her to life, but there was actually more to the detonating bomb than meets the eye.

Then, she meets Dorian 'Dork' Flannigan, the biggest geek on earth at Hazelnut High. It was an accident that she found her way to his dad's garden. Now, she's hiding in Dorian's garage and impersonates Jenna Yates, the girl who went missing at that area.

That's about all that I can tell you, I'm still cooking up the rest of the story. I doubt that I will have much time next year (counting down in t-minus 6 1/2 hours from now), but probably I'll continue after my SPM. That's when I'll get a story blog and start typing the story furiously. I sure can't wait for that.

In the mean time, it's back to Faris for me. Guess what?
"I'll Be Back".

Comments

Amirul said…
ahaa...
gudluck sis!!
hope u can handle everything..
i mean EVERYTHING..
hehe..
study, exam, debate..
and other stuff dat u do..
or is related to u..
whaterver..
hahahaha..

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