Dialogue SnippetA Story by MeeksStill from the Human Theory. I've been working on this scene for a while, and finally decided that I should outline the important stuff, the dialogue first. This is the guts of a story.(This is the part before, so you get the image and setting. They were standing in a field of wheat on top of a hill, midday. I didn’t even notice that I am running down the hill myself. The rigid husks bending out of my way and the grain tapping on my metal as I charge down at a speed I couldn’t control anymore. I haven’t ever tossed myself out of a plane or anything stupid like that, but I immediately knew the sensation was of falling. I was falling through an ocean, letting wave after wave hit me with its humid air, putting one foot in front of the other to keep from crashing down into the ground. My feet hit the ground hard each time, I heard the clank as I hopped up for yet another few meters down the hill, taking giant strides. It was short. The hill flattened quickly to the point where I could almost control my pace, and I turned toward the spot where I last saw Abia. My momentum carried me almost all the way to him, and I skidded across the field, kicking up more dirt than I would like. He was already sitting up and looking at me, and painful yet happy grimace on his face. “Hey, you’re here,” his voice was enthusiastic but lacked his normal energy) Robot: “Are you okay? Abia: “I think I twisted my ankle... You don't have a magic spray for fixing ankles? “No, I don't do magic. Does your ankle hurt when I do this? “Ow! Don't touch it, yes it does. “Not good, can you stand? We need to get back to the car. “I don't think so. Don't touch it, jeez! “There are some painkillers back in the city, the faster we get there the better off you'll be... I can carry you, if you want. “Ehm, no thanks, please... I can probably get back to the car, as long as we walk along the road. Just give me a moment. “Sure, anything you want…. That’s why you don't run down hills. “Hey, you followed me. “I was running because you tripped and fell. Not because I wanted to. “Sure, no need to get all defensive… Robot: “I still don't get why you wanted to come here. Abia: “Yes you do, you just don't want to admit it. “Why would I not want to admit to something? “Because… People don't want to admit to a lot of things… “Can you expand on that?... “...Just forget it. You were right. “...What about our agreement? No secrets, remember? “Yeah, I was stupid for ever considering that… Fine! My parents didn't admit to a few things, okay? “Continue. “...Like, like god. I had to figure out that he wasn't real by myself, even though they knew. “Were your parents religious? “Yes. Or at least pretended to be… my dad was christian and mom was muslim, or so they said. “And you -....Where are they now? “Dead… Don't look at me like that, I didn't do it. It was a car crash, they deserved it…. “I’m sorry. “Don't be. I’m probably better off without those drunkards. “Are you sure they were pretending? I know many people who- “-What do you even know about them? How about you mind your business. “Sure, okay… How long ago did it happen? “How about you get the car and drive it down here, hmm? And then we get in and go back to that stupid apartament. “Okay. © 2016 MeeksAuthor's Note
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