Build Our Machine Lyrics Novels & Stories

Loves our family. We made it. Through the blood and the fire and the fear. We made it. And damn, it feels so fucking good.

I wasn’t going to let anything stop me from getting back to my boys and Dylan. We crept through the dimly lit corridor, every step calculated to avoid making any noise. The building was eerily silent, the only sound the distant hum of machinery and the occasional drip of water from leaky pipes. It felt like we were in a maze, each turn leading us deeper into the unknown.

It was a sound like silver bells, soft and melodic, lacking any of the jagged edges that defined Orion’s world. Noah was tucked into the shadow of a large oak tree, looking up at Marcus—Orion’s father’s best friend. From this distance, the height difference was agonizingly perfect. Noah, at 5’4”, had to tilt his head back, exposing the long, elegant line of his porcelain neck. His fluffy brown hair was slightly tousled by the breeze, and his doe eyes were bright with a shy, fluttering hope.

He ranted. Why is he such a peanut brain? For once, couldn’t god have made a perfect humanoid robot to be friends with me?! At least that friend would have understood me! Life would have been so much easier if I just stayed in kindergarten forever… Why did I have to grow up?! What good does that do?! “Hunter, if they want us all to be a puppet for Kaylee, I won’t just follow them just to keep them around! I hate Kaylee! And I don’t wanna lose you! I love you!” I stated.

I wouldn't know how. I was lying on my bed staring at the ceiling, and somewhere in the background I could hear music pouring out of the speakers in the form of I Am Machine by Three Days Grace. The text of the chorus returned to my ears in a strange echo. I am a machine. I never sleep. I'm still keeping my eyes wide open. I am a machine. And part of me wishes I could smell again. Anything. I completely identified with that. Everything was so close and yet so far away. I think I somehow managed to completely cut myself off emotionally. I sure did, because now I couldn't smell anything at all... Which maybe should scare me.

"So, I guess it's goodbye?" Dad called us while we were looking at the time machine in front of us. This is the time machine that he used to go here since we can't get the time machine back from the government and it'll take us years before we can even build one. He took care of this already and today is when we are supposed to leave. Today is when we're supposed to turn our back away from happiness and I guess, I'm ready for this.

"We're like rivers in the night I go left and you go right We'll find out on the other side Who we are, who we are "Wish me luck and give me hope Give me sunlight to my day And turn it into gold Carry on, carry on "We'll take these broken souls Make them as good as new Bind it together into something we could never lose "We're rivers in the night I go left and you go right We'll find out on the other side Who we are, who we are "We can make it

ADRIANO The excitement he felt that he was finally going to have his wife was nothing compared to anything he had ever felt before. For weeks, he had been frustrated at the fact that he couldn’t hold or touch her. He moved around with a hard on every single day and when he tried to get his release by using one of the girls from the whore houses, it did nothing to make him feel better. If anything, it only made him feel frustrated and when he would come back home at night and see his wife, his desire multiplied by a hundred.

Sal must have noticed my discomfort and he puts up a song, slow smooth jazz runs out of Vanity's Jukebox like radio and I become unusually mellow, it alway had that effect on me. The song pounds my eardrums as we swoop past trees, running a race against the sun as it set off in a rapid descent much tired of today's shift, we don't win against nature and soon the trees become nothing more than dark blurs faintly illuminated by patches of moonlight. "So, ready to tell me where we're going?" I finally ask exasperated. "Patience is a virtue." He tells me. "Have some, it's also positively delicious."

I had spent four years building a machine that ended other men’s freedom. I was going to spend nineteen days building the machine that ended mine. I noted, with the small clinical honesty that had not left me, that the second machine was, in its engineering, going to be the finest thing I had ever built. Because the second machine had a harder specification than any of the twenty. The second machine had to take down exactly one man me and protect, in the same motion, the company and the hundred and forty people who worked there and the legitimate product that was, even now, saving the lives of women I would never meet, and Saoirse, and Priya, and Faraz, and Lena, and even I understood this w