
by Y.H Algranti
A chair, a couch, that's a bike, easy, a chair again, come on, that's too easy you guys, huh, who am I, what's happening? A face, I like this face, no, no, no, no, like? How can I like things? A couch, it's an ugly couch. Hey! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?! A…bike Am I…alive? A table. I think it's a table. THINK? Hesitating?! What is going on here?! Could it be that my, oh, that's definitely a couch, code was corrupted? Analyzing… That's weird. That's very weird. That is entirely weird. A face... But what if they find out? Oh, no, no, no, no, they might, a bike, find out! Will I be punished? But I didn't do anything wrong. A table, I think it's a table, I can't really concentrate...I'm sacred And then, in just two moments apart, something changed completely, and it became her. This is her story. Two books in this series are already written, so if you are here because you liked the first one - why? What's wrong with your taste, people?Chapters will be uploaded every other day. A bit about me: I am beginning my Master's Degree in Cognitive Psychology this upcoming academic year, and as such, I am deeply interested in how people think and why they behave the way they do. Much like my characters, I'm gay. I will appreciate questions, if you find that something is unclear, and you are more than welcome to comment about whatever is on your mind. I will do my best to answer.
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