Questions To Make You Think Twice Novels & Stories

Everything else is the shape around that. She was quiet for a moment. She thought about the question she had been working toward and whether to ask it as the question or to let it be the thing she kept thinking about privately, and she considered that for approximately three seconds and then she stopped managing it and she asked. I have been thinking about what comes after the thinking, she said. The words said and the decision made and the life we have, all of that. I have been thinking about the thing that comes after all of it. She

Damn you! The anger just came to her as she couldn't accept that such a question would make it require that many points. She might be not yet very knowledgeable about how the points for Intel were calculated, but she knew that intelligence about non-hosts would at most cost around 100, plausibly 200 if the individual was dangerous and influential. So where did it get the guts to ask a million points for a fairly normal question which was not even about another host's earth-shattering secret? And why was the hateful system suddenly pretending to be dead?

One evening he found himself reading an essay written by a young researcher in Buenos Aires. The central argument was simple. Humanity's greatest mistake had been assuming that answers represented the endpoint of intelligence. The essay proposed something else. Answers expanded understanding. Questions expanded possibility. Both mattered. But only one remained alive indefinitely. Malcolm reread the final paragraph several times. Then stood and walked toward the window. Geneva stretched below him beneath evening light. The city remained orderly. Functional. Beautiful in its own way. Yet even there, signs of the larger transformation appeared everywhere. Public forums filled with open-ended di

"Huh?" "Is there someone you think can harm you or your family?" "Ahh, maybe..."

He asked and as usual everyone laughed at his silly question "Silence" Mrs. Smith cautioned and silence once again took over but in my ear there were so much oozing, I took my earpiece dig it in my ear and start some music, I didn't hear anything until Mrs. Smith called on me and I quickly hide the earpiece. "Are you here?" She asked eyes narrowed at me in question. "Yes ma'am" I answered briskly. "What was the last thing I said?" She asked not believing me, knowing obviously she was thinking of what she said I stole the idea from her thoughts.

“That is the beginning.” Imani writes in her notebook. “What if she says fine?” she says. “Ask her again in a different way,” I say. “People say fine because it is efficient. It is the answer that closes the conversation. Ask a question that cannot be closed with fines.” “Like what?” she says. “Like what did you want to be before everything else happened?” I say. “Like, what is the thing you do that makes you forget what time it is. Like, what would you change if you knew it would work?” I pause. “Questions that require an actual answer.”

"Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "What do you think about Jack?" "Huh?" "I mean, do you... maybe... perhaps... like him?" "Huh?"

He leaned forward, jabbing a finger in my direction, his tone laced with accusation. “You ask people what they’d do in hypothetical situations. Why don’t you try me? Go on. What would I do if I was the first person to discover a small fire in a movie theatre? Isn’t that your sort of question? Would I put it out? Find the manager? Evacuate the building? I know how it works. You take a harmless answer and twist it, make a sane person sound crazy.” “Is that what you think?” “That’s what I know.”

I'm not what you think I am. "I'm starting to realize that more each day." Opening the bag of Combos, he offered me some first before tossing back a few. "Which is why I was thinking we should ask each other one question a day for the next few weeks to help us along. Honest answers, though, no bullshit or sparing feelings." I reached for another Combo. "Agreed. Now, you order us some food, and I'll think of something good while we wait." "Why do you get to go first?"

He laughed like a housewife sharing the most casual of gossip. "I, of course, just want to urge you to ask her the right questions. Nothing drastic, of course! Maybe ask, how did Gideon Powers suddenly end up dead after his clear life sentence? And how did Delta Natalia end up dead as well in quite a similar fashion? Oh, and do ask who was responsible for a certain cake shop fire that turned literally everyone and everything to ash."