My Logic Is Undeniable Novels & Stories

"How did you decide? Are you staying or leaving?" "I haven't decided yet." "But you're leaning one way, right? You must have some instinct about it." I tried to access my instincts, but the absorbed functions had buried them under layers of logic. "I don't know what I'm leaning toward. Every time I try to feel my way to an answer, I just see calculations. Probability matrices. Risk assessments. The functions won't let me just know something without understanding why." "That sounds awful." "It's efficient. Just not particularly human."

I am you, Lena. "Not in that sense," I replied as I began to wheel my bike out of the woods. "You get what I mean? You are me but a more rational and logical part of me. I am only logical when it comes to other people's matters. You do understand, right?" Whatever rocks your boat. We need to get home fast. Your father is starting to worry about you. "We? That's nice." Oh, get over it.

I replied with a weary shake of my head. “Why am I having a feeling…that in some months time,you might say you can’t live without her?” “Bullshit.It’s impossible for someone not to be able to live without another person.” Logan grinned.”We’ll see.”

so who worked out how to actually build the machine? The gap in logic comes from the limitations of our puny brains. The same reason we can’t visualise infinity, or grasp what could have existed before the big bang, or understand what God is. The architecture of our minds can’t sustain the concepts, even though we can recognise they exist. It didn’t really bother me. As long as Claire could give me a cheat sheet on how to sort things out so I ended up with my own castle, I’d be happy to go with the flow.

Unknown Number: For more feelings. Me: Trendsetter! Unknown Number: Why are you so mean to me? Me: Natural! I don't know you, and I have no intention of finding out who you are. Unknown Number: Why are you replying? Me: Over and over again? Bored isn't it? Bored! Do you know what bored is? Doing nothing, doing nothing and doing nothing, gets? Unknown Number: Damn it! Me: You are feeling close! I turned off my phone again and maybe what else can I do with my phone, it just relieves my stress. But that badass is stressful! Where did he get my number and does he seem to know me?

"That's nonsense! When did I ever take your card? I don't even know your password!" I ignored her and turned calmly toward the judge, my voice steady and firm. "Your Honor, when I logged into the account earlier, I discovered that every time my sister transferred money to me, it was moved out in less than a minute. Every single transfer went to the same person: Andrew." Faced with such undeniable evidence, Mom finally panicked. "Jocelyn's money is still family money! What's wrong with me giving it to Andrew to spend?" The moment those words left her mouth, the entire courtroom was stunned by her shamelessness.

1. Every day, all day, Bill smells shit or burning hair. Bill asks everybody if they smell those things, and when they say no (“What smell, dude?”), Bill thinks they’re lying to him. (Bill, your friendly neighborhood health inspector, thinks everybody lies to him.) Only when Bill starts smelling the distinct odor of his wife’s crotch does he begin to suspect something’s well and truly wrong with the ol’ noggin—she’s been dead for years.

I felt my eyes water… I let out a sigh not in the mood to feel emotional. I had to think logically. I am starting to think that my kind of mindset wasn't made for this world. This world isn't for the weak,it's for the strong. And I had to become strong if I wanted to be a survivor. I walked towards the bathroom and I froze in confusion. " How did I know where the bathroom was", I asked myself, confused. Immediately I walked in,a pleasantly familiar scent filled my nostrils. I brushed past the scent and focused on my business.

"If you're so sure. Say what you think this is." He doesn't blink. "I think the Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes, even when the timing feels like a cruel joke. I think you're my mate. I think you felt it the second it happened, same as I did, and I think you've been standing here for the last two minutes trying to talk yourself out of something you already know is true." The pull in my chest tightens like a fist closing. I take a step back before I can stop myself, putting real distance between us, and it doesn't fade one bit. If anything it gets louder, sharper, like my own body is arguing against me.

“That’s part of this entire situation.” “Convenient.” He replied flatly, not even attempting to hide his disbelief. “That doesn’t make it untrue.” I countered just as quickly. “It makes it unverifiable.” He leaned forward slightly now, his tone sharpening. “And without verifiable evidence, your claim remains incomplete.” The woman on the right shifted slightly, her gaze moving between us. “He’s not entirely wrong.” She admitted carefully. “What you’ve presented is compelling, but it doesn’t fully establish ownership beyond doubt.”