Norman Holmes was hard at work. Finding clues. Finding alternatives. Finding labels. Finding evidence. Hard evidence. Evidence so hard you could win a courthouse with it. Norman decided that he would automate his body so he could do more work efficiently. He became a robot. An android. Nothing was left but bolts and pieces. All humanity was lost. Long was the void in which he threw himself. In the pursuit of a more human power be became what he once feared most. Nothing.
Desire
Norman Holmes wanted ice cream. Like his life depended on it. He couldn't pull himself away from his work so he tried using a food ordering app to get the delectable frozen delight. After paying the tip, Norman viciously enjoyed his ice cream. Tearing into each bite like a string cut off a shoelace, Norman was determined to make this meal the best he had had in months. After finishing the ice cream, Norman felt desire well up inside him again. He wanted to see his cats. But he was at work. With a job to do, there was no time for distractions. Every second he wasted could allow a criminal timier time to hide their tracks. As a detective Norman holds himself to a certain standard. He has a self imposed set of rules to hold upon himself. Sometimes he wondered why he set up such a system when it would be easier to play without a rulebook, but decorum, decency and righteousness keep him from smashing the world altogether. Detectives are a dedicated bunch. Nary a fly shall go unturned, ...
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