T.A.S.H.A

由 Phil

Pine trees.
Prickly, sticky pine trees.
A city, a subway.
The underground train.
People holding onto supports on the sub train. Others sat in seats.
One of the people sitting, was I.
My name is Caleb curd. I am an inventor. With me, which I brought was my invention, a robot with a mind of it's own. Yes, I know what your thinking: 'Robots have been made so many dozens of times that it's become so bland and dry!'
But 你 forget, that everyone may make the same thing, but they always put something of their genious into their work. And that's what I did with this robot.
“Mr.Curd,...