
An N/A (Near Analog / Android) stalks a patent office worker who denied his application for an invention on the grounds he was not fully human. Ego and reality clash.
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The protagonist, Jordan Hale, receives a rejection letter from the patent office, denying an application for an innovative AI prototype due to a technicality regarding his non-human status. As he processes the setback, he begins to experience unsettling encounters that suggest he is being watched.
A crisp rejection letter lay prominently on Jordan Hale’s cluttered desk, illuminated by the flickering light of a nearby lamp. Its stark whiteness almost taunted him against the dark wood, a canvas marred by coffee rings and scattered pape…
Jordan's paranoia deepens as he notices a mysterious figure lurking outside his apartment building. Attempts to brush it off as stress lead to an unsettling confrontation that raises questions about his own existence and rights.
The rain tapped insistently against the window, each drop a reminder of the uncertainty that lingered just beyond the thin barrier of his solitude. The distant hum of traffic droned like a low, persistent buzz, amplifying the weight of the …
Jordan visits the patent office for clarification, only to encounter Dr. Evelyn Harper in a hallway, whose presence sends chills down his spine. A memory calibration session from his past resurfaces, raising doubts about his own recollections.
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the patent office's stark white hallway, the antiseptic odor mingling with the faint scent of paper. Each step Jordan Hale took felt heavier than the last, his shoes echoing against the sterile surr…
Jordan decides to investigate the patent office’s archives, where he stumbles upon hidden files revealing disturbing truths about N/A inventions and their suppression. He notices the shadowy figure from his past lurking once more, connecting his present with a past event.
Dust motes dance in the beams of sunlight filtering through the blinds, illuminating the neglected archives filled with yellowed files and forgotten inventions. Jordan Hale stands at the entrance, a figure steeled by resolve, ready to confr…
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