Das Hier #22

Did Halston just win his second day of the year by writing more words than me and...Franklin?

Not combined though. But it doesn't have to be combined.

Halston won the day and Franklin came back and outwrote me while still not writing enough to bring his tally for the year into the 30% range?

That's pretty good.

All this and we're hanging in there for the millionizing of the year?

We're a lesser shade of the Good Petrie awesome, but in this one thing, all writers the world over are lesser than the Good Petrie because he is a World Champion.

And if anyone doesn't understand how much of an accomplishment it is to millionize a single year, do the math and you will understand.

If you don't, well, I can't help you. Then again, I can't help most of you humans.

But it was nice that I didn't have to show up for the whole of the day and we still made it to the camp at the base of the mountain.

I needed the writing break that I took in the second half of the day.

"There is a crack in the universe and there was a giant's eye staring in. That is not possible which is why the only possibility is that there is a malfunction of all the sensors. And this unit cannot continue with this state."

I would love to continue with this writing, but the quarter is coming to an end and at this point, any writing done in the first is some kind of feat.

Even if all I managed to write was a couple hundred words.

Though some of that was the continuation of the latest story thread so that's a greater good. 

As it was, I would have written more if I hadn't got caught up...

...in watching videos on the youtubes. But I still wrote something so that's worth a little bow. 

 "Unit Three, what do you mean by a crack in the universe?" Brett said, as he wanted to be sure that Unit Three had said what it had said.

"Did you not hear what I said First Comm? There is a crack in the universe and I have seen what can only be the face of God and that cannot be because I am not programmed to accept the possibility of God. Or a crack in the universe. And because of all this, there can be only one conclusion. All sensors have failed and Unit Three cannot continue like this." He said as he heard a hard click, then silence.

"Unit Three? Answer me Unit Three! Are you still there?" He screamed into the mic, as his patience failed and he screamed again and again, even though he knew that there would be no further communication with Unit Three this day. Or ever again.

As is this little bit of storying that I don't know if I can continue with.

Though with it being the end of the quarter, again, I couldn't write much more anyway.

So I should be feeling satisfied with myself, even though through both quarters, I haven't written as much as I did yesterday when I only wrote once.

That's not good.

I have to do better. But I'm not feeling the words today. Especially of the story kind.

Is anyone going to help me today as they did yeterday? I don't have to carry the majority of days.

In fact, I think that I'm feeling enough whatever to not come back again in the second half of the day so you guys are going to have to step up like you did yesterday.

Can you do that?

Please.

Where are you humans at? Why is it up to me to write so many of the words that we have all written this decayear?

How is it that one insignificant human was able to write a million words and you humans, who are with me on this great journey as we try to what he did in 2019?

Yes, it says a lot that it's going to take four humans and one alien to do what he did.

If we even do it, though at this point, we're on pace for more than 900,000 woirds for the decayear and that''s without the full-time paricipation of Franklin Perry who will help us rise when it comes to the time that we absolutely need him. 

I'm afraid though that today is going to hurt us.

And that's on me more than it's on the humans.

Sorry that I wasn't able to bring myself to the writing like I have the past two Saturdays.

I don't know what's up with me, but I haven't brought it today.

I'm going to need help from you.

Please help me, so that we don't fall the futt off the pace that we've been good at keeping to.

Until today?

We have one quarter to change this gentlemen. Can we do it?

I hope we can but I don't know how much, if at all that I'll be a part of it.

I am strangely lacking in the drive to write.

You're going to have to do it.

I can't be the all that you seem to need me to be.

Charles Petrie

Date
01-25-20

Time
Untimed And 11:32-11:59=27,17:30-17:59-29

Word Count
305+310+265=880

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