The rain hasn't stopped since the machines took control, it's ironically a story of how the tables can turn and a lesson that the universe will always have control. .

Before I go any further my story's far from it's beginning middleand end,.

I never meant for this , you see I was that to me creating a machine that could produce anything you could desire was what the world needs , no more slaving away cooking cleaning and working most of your days just to feel nothing but regrets that everybody wished to change .

What could of been better than a machine that can give you anything you want ! The past erased and the preset day full of happiness and the future to be exactly how it was imagined ...

Being a atheist I didn't even once consider that a higher power a God or goddess or even the sky would be angered and that I was now smaller than a ant about to crushed .

I didn't even think to put on my shoes; I just needed to get out of there. The walls were caving into me, and the floor was rising above. When I finally reached the door, I had managed to escape; my eyes for a second didn't see its next destination.

Mist was floating towards me in a disguise of a great big cloud that was blacker than black leaving ne even more so unseen

How am I still alive? My brain can't quite process anything at all; I just wanted to scream, hoping I'd wake up from a terrible dream. I couldn't let out a sound; it was just a silent scream. Whoosh is only how I could describe what was next: water crashed over me, my ears blocked, and this unbearable feeling of choking, desperate to breathe.

Now I'm confused. Had I just woken from a dream? I was still soaked from the water that I could only assume drowned me

It's ironically a story of how the tables can turn and a lesson that the universe will always have control weather it's real or delusional or who knows both combining togther

I never meant for this. You see, Creating a machine that could produce anything you could desire was what the world needed, no more slaving away cooking, cleaning, and working most of your days just to feel nothing but regrets that everybody wished to change ,

What could have been better than a machine that can give you anything you want! The past erased and the present day full of happiness and the future to be exactly how it was imagined ...

Being an atheist, I didn't even once consider that a higher power, a god or goddess, or even the sky would be angered and that I was now smaller than an ant about to be crushed .

I'm a scientist, and facts are facts; never did I know I'd lose her and wish I had the comfort in her beliefs, and now I needed her, and I almost heard her say, Life is magic, life is strange, and you, as well as me, can invent whatever you want."

I remember the first day I met her she was mesmerising in a black dress covered in glitter and theses ridiculously high heels and even with that she still so petite , I remember coming on how beautiful she looked with her long wavy red hair , csn i buy you s drink ,? she was at the bar at with a big crowd of friends and she kind of turn me down actually, no Thank-you I have one already she replied with a little grin , the glitter really complimented her eyes and can stull remember the sparkle, the way she lit up the room , I had almost not heard my name being called for the award I'd worked so hard to achieve .. this time in a even louder voice the presenter calls out

Benjamin Jones and with that all I could hear was clapping ans cheering and lots of hbad shaking that to honest I gracefully do but hated the attention also , as I walked on to the stage all I could focus on was mila and found it quite Intriguing how she was so composed and some would say stand offish , you have no chance mate said Peter as he laughed and patted me on the shoulder as I walked past him to get up on the stage , I'd known Peter the best part of my life , 29 years roughly and he always knew how to wind me up when it came to women becasue he was right always , I never stood a chance and in fact I didn't , by the time i was off the stage she was gone and that was that .

But even after a few months she

she was still there on my mind , I felt like I was weird just having tbe thoughts as tho I was a obsessed stalker infatuated with whom I barely knew .

I bet if she knew the only reason our what she tbiught was a Off chance meeting was actually me basically stalking her every move and even staging our meeting like I dis becaue yep I'm obsessed she would of probably never agreed to go out on that first date let alone marry me .

Till death Di us party was only meant to be on my side, how dare she die and leave me alone on this earth when she was the only tbing that made it worth living .

I dont remember to much if I'm honest after she died or how I even built the ulimate machine that would bring her back to what I now no was only for me .

I dragged her body into what I can only almost describe as a disgusting serial killer that hadn't done the murder itself, but I was the one disposing.

The machine was huge, and the door was so heavy I had to use all my strength to pull it open. It took me weeks, actually, but in my head, it was just a few days. It was like I was in a whole new world, a different dimension. Here I was with a time machine, about to open its metal doors with nothing more than a small room and shove my dead inside.

I was an inventor, and it was me who thought of the idea, but still I couldn't remember or figure out just how it came to be the best invention ever!! I mean, I don't remember building GVJT or even how it appeared before my eyes and how I'd managed to get Mila away from the iris, the mother-in-law that was, in all honesty, great when Mila was alive.

Mila said, Let's go out and get some lunch with wine for dinner and vodka for dessert. She was the fun parent I never had. I could see how Mila was so outgoing, whereas I was so straightforward.

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The streets seemed so quiet and dull and grey, and the silence was bitter and eerie, yet who was I to complain? I was quite happy, actually, because that meant nobody would catch me, although I was going crazy. I was just glad I wasn't getting caught. I needed to make this work, and that's all that mattered, so if the world was all sleeping, that was for sure in my favour....

I took

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I never meant for this. You see, I was in my element, bored of the same old inventions, and to me, creating a machine that could produce anything you could desire was what the world needed. Well, mainly for me, but if I added to my invention, there would be no more slaving away cooking, cleaning, and working most of your days just to feel nothing but regrets that everybody wished to change. A life I myself helped to create for my beautiful Anna. I never cared or appreciated all she did and just how much of her life I took and kept for myself and let her dreams get dusted and wasted on a shelf. I never saw how much she was to me until she was gone. I needed to make it right and make my conscience clear.

I needed her back with me and didn't care about anything else, but I did not care if the world fell apart, for it was only her that had my heart and that I couldn't ever let go of ... what could I do? What invention was my crazy mind willing to do? I asked her just what I should do, and there she was in front of me in plain. Sight, was she a ghost or just in my head? Either way, she was with me, and this was a sign that my invention was going to work, and once again, she would be mine.

So now she had come to me and made it clear my plan was sincere and I was not crazy or even near; there was nothing left to fear ...

So

What could have been better than a machine that can give you anything you want! The past was erased, the present day was full of happiness, and the future was to be exactly how it was imagined. Mila was here; she never got sick, and she was, most importantly, alive, and I got that chance to show her just how much she was loved.

For years my happy ending was here to stay; I got to relive each day avoiding any burden of regrets from bad decisions. I had the power to erase it, which sounds crazy, but it has to be my past life.

I sound and feel crazy all the bloody time living in 3 words at the same time,

It

remembered the life I had before; I'm so messed up I can't work out if I'm in an illusion and I have no concept of reality or if I'm a genius that did bring back my love from the dead or if I'm just in limbo.

The rain has not stopped it is still crashing down , and the my happiness comes at a price, I'm talking world by the way the one with me and mila can survive , I destroyed any kind of balance and begun the cycle of lost souls , it's been told that every death is a new life

So let's talk about me , before I lost my love my beautiful mila Lee

They say opposites attract and yes its true,

My beautiful Mila proved that to me, that love wasn't a lesson or to be proven or earned; it was something that is natural and free without any expectations; it's destiny, and it makes sure what's meant will be, so it's funny how such a soul gravitated to me when all I could do was try and dictate and control a world so much more powerful than me. Only when she was dying could I see how special she was to me, but still, me being me, I could change that, and that I did! I wanted to keep her, and the world wasn't taken that way from me.

I build a time machine that could make life begin again; we could learn from lessons and start again; we could escape death and never have to experience pain again.

Being an atheist, I didn't even once consider that a higher power, a god or goddess, or even the sky would be angered and that I was now smaller than an ant about to be crushed. The world was after me and fast; I was drowning, sinking, and suffocating. The world had given up on me, but I had not given up on my world, my Anna.

It all began a few years back. I had done it all, accomplished it all; money was never a problem, and living life was easy. Never did I see what was coming. My love, my world, the one thing I never really appreciated or ever thought I could lose, was slowly fading before me, or so I was told, but no way is that possible. How could a disease be so strong and powerful that it was able to be better and smarter than me? I was more clever and more now, my regret of thinking that I was more important, special even. Why should I lose what mattered? I was determined to succeed and make the world my own, and yes, I did it. I manipulated destiny and cured death for just a moment. I did it; there she was, back with me in my arms, the happy little family that until now I'd never really cared for. Life before now was just a game of who was in aàit, or only the best, as I see myself, could win it. Death wasn't an option for me or anybody I loved; it definitely wasn't ever something I considered, so me being the creator of a machine that brings back the dead and also cures The blueness of the skin that was now back to pink, the pain endured was no longer; the trauma had gone; it was like it never happened. I could feel her touch and love taking me back to 1987 when we first met; she showed me life in a way I never thought I could have seen. Look at the stars and make a wish, she told me. Why? I replied. It's silly to believe in. And before I could finish, she looked in my eyes, and then I saw she was my wish, and I, that night, wished she would always be with me.

My time machine was the best invention.

It was perfect, almost like a dream, which ironically was all it was or could ever have been, but wow, what a dream... If my life is a dream, have I ever lived, or have I just allowed both to collide? Was the rain my tears putting out a deadly?

machine that only existed in my brain, or was it love and loss that made me feel insane, or was I just playing a

dangerous game of fear and pain, or maybe nothing at all? I'm not sure if I'm real or alive, a machine, or just a story. I'll let you decide while I continue to find a machine that I dare to dream…

for the world a lifetime, but for me a lifeline with the ultimate punishment of what I reaped, I'd also sown an eternity of being alone in a dark land without the sun, the moon, or stars, and that was now my fate. I don't even know to this day what was the fate of all else. Were they all together, or were they just like me, alone? With nothing but memories that began to torment every minute of every day...

could not consume me, so when my beautiful wife, before my eyes, left me for the unknown world, I had to make sure my children and I could live forever or at least try, and never again would we have that fear we could die or even worse, the heartbreak of saying goodbye.

I've always been ridiculously great when it comes to anything that could even possibly work, so this machine was easy; the only complexity would have been its very essence, the part that, without my reason or purpose, the ingredients I needed was strange because without them it couldn't even start.

I used my wife's heart for love.

And purpose and her hair for beauty and her hands to help build the foundation a everlasting life ..... my very own frankinstine and i did it and nobody was gonna take that away from me becasue I was untouchable powerful and in charge . Nobody could stand in my way, and why should they or even dare …

But here it was to my great regret and surprise that life took away everything from me , the universe had flipped and turned against me .

It's storm was so much greater than me , the waves crashed over the bridges and the sun burned down it's trees , the sky fell down apon me leaving nothing but ashes and the memory of what used to be ..

I knew soon she was to be buried, and no way could that happen; the continued voices just echoed, Ben, you need to release her body; she can't stay at home forever; you have to let her go; she needs to be put to rest; just shut up, please! I screamed as I was crouched on the floor with my hands gripped tightly to my hair. Everybody just OK? See, leave me alone!" And there it was, the answer to just how I could keep her. She always told me she wanted her body donated to science, and that's what I intend to do. Since when? cried Iris, her mother. She wouldn't want that. You're lying, and I won't stand for it." Well, I have proof!" I didn't actually, but being a scientist myself, it wasn't impossible to forge her signature and get her into the lab; she was my wife after all.

Looking back, I was being so selfish and didn't even consider or care about anybody else's grief.I didn't even think to put on my shoes I just needed to get out of there , the walls were caving into me , and the floor rising above. When I reached the door finally i had manged to escape , my eyes for second didn't see its next destination.

Mist was floating towards me and then I felt a trickle of cold water against my feet , before my eyes had even manged to look down water was rapidy rising at a very quick pace , a storm was brewing and when it came it gave the loudedbof bangs , lighting striking the river as its current sent sparks thought out its city.

How I am still alive ? My brain can't quite process anything at all , i just wanted to scream hoping I'd so w wake up from a terrible dream , I couldn't let out a spouse it was just a silent scream , whhooosh is only how I could describe what was next, water crashed over me , my ears blocked and this unbearable feeling of choking desperate to breath .

Now I'm confused, had I just woken from a dream , had I taken to many mushrooms ecstasy .

I don't remember or worry or even care yku see becasue the mind is bo more than a key to set your self free ...

Natasha

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