Nick saw sorrow in the Gorillat’s eyes, but Hal was filled with adrenaline ready to fight. This Frankenstein of a beast was in pain, yet it came charging at Hal. A quick analyzation showed the morose, unnatural Gorillat not wanting to be ripped apart, limping… but at a glance at Nick, he was in excruciating trouble. Without a thought, Hal leaped on to the Gorillat and began mercilessly connecting his fist with the flesh of the beast, impairing the monster and causing it to thrash about. It eventually tried to escape, but time was of the essence. Nick was wounded, bleeding, and had already passed out, Hal needed to rebandage him, and enact his revenge. He looted a gun off of Nick’s unconscious body, and shot the Gorillat trying to stay alive, …show more content…
penetrating three shots across its head, its heart, and its feet with laudable aim. Hal only scratched up, left his irresolute decision behind with the corpse of the monster. Cause from the sharp metal tossed, he re bandaged and stitched Nick’s bloody injuries, but upon inspection of himself, he was bleeding an usual blue coolant… something familiar… there’s something peculiar of this world he couldn’t remember. He picked up Nick’s unconscious body and some supplies and headed back towards the shack. In his unconscious state he could hear Nick mutter, “Is it over?” After the affair inside the junkyard, Hal and Nick went back to Hal’s house with their new loot in their arms. When they arrived, Honey immediately questioned the presence of Nick invading her land. “Why did you bring a playdate in here?! Why didn’t you tell me! Are you guys playing house? There’s a woman in a man’s body! Wait! You can’t stay here, I don’t have a room even built!” exclaimed Honey. “He helped me bring in these supplies.” explained Hal as he dropped the heavy metal and useful junk on the ground. “Yeah, I can carry thrice as much as this punk here” Nick added while playfully acting macho, still recovering from the day’s wounds. The staid woman suspiciously pierced into Nick’s soul through his eyes. After a few long seconds Honey finally said “ He seems gallant enough, come inside, but don’t you dare try to get your grubby mitts on any of my stuff now, you hear?” “I don’t hold any promises to no one.” Nick replied. With that, Nick proceed to return to his old hole in the ground where all of his previous investigations had taken place and made trips, transporting his belongings to his new place of residence. While Nick was moving in, he couldn’t help but notice Honey’s bare room as he was passing by it on his way to his new addition to the shack thanks to the scrap from the junkyard. Nick’s mind began swarming with theories as to why Honey had nothing but a bed and desk with a lamp on it. He also noticed that she would be working on something at that desk, but whenever Nick snuck inside to investigate once sure he was alone, he came up destitute of any signs of any work of any kind. “Well this has certainly became interesting… someone sure is curious. Fooling yourself, acting like a man” joyfully mocked Honey, “Just know what you’re getting into deadman. ” The tension choked the air silent when he was caught snooping. He patiently stood and watched before responding. Meticulously he thought of details, there was a lot at stake for him, a chance for redemption, a clue about the clones. “In this world of darkness, in this hellhole, what lies here but ashes and ruins. You can blame its fault on the world, but no excuse like that can appease me. If no one in this corrupt, place is willing to rise, I will. I will take justice into my own hands.” shadily responded Nick holding tight to the gun in its holster. “All words no talk.” responded Honey, “but I am not an enemy you would want to make.” “What do you want with Hal?” said Nick, “Don’t fool him into your demented plan” ~ ~ ~ Later in the night Nick was curious and decided to search for Honey’s whereabouts and was looking for Honey’s true intentions. He lied quiet in the shadows. When Honey went out to do something else, Nick immediately rushed to the documents that Honey had Hidden inside the wedges of rusted metal. He read the information that was printed in black ink by the hand of Honey. The paper detailed Honey’s affairs with the government and her being involved with the creation of the clones. Nick knew he didn’t have much more time left before Honey came back from whatever she went to do so he quickly flipped through the documents. Lists of experiments, payments, corruption, and key information that aided the financial crisis in their government. One very familiar face, the same face that saved him from the Gorillat. Under the photo was a title followed by information - “subject 0, Original name - Hal Ripley, original birth year - 4038, first nearly successful clone created - 4050, clone #9 reason for failure - lack of abeyance, must be a mutation, needs attention.” Nick’s initial reaction was to be flabbergasted, but he quickly recovered and then put the documents back into the crevice where he originally found it. He then returned to his sleeping portion of the shack in another room, making sure that he did not disturb any of his surroundings. He thought about the blind tragedies Hal must of been through. Parentless, and without individuality, he was only programmed for death like the other clones in the war. In a way Nick pitied Hal, but knew the inevitability. The next morning, Nick dumped most of the group’s remaining freshwater supply onto the ground without anyone noticing. He then told Honey that they were low on water and needed to go out to get some more, explaining to Honey “four hands are better than two” and with that, he and Hal went off to a river with water sacks strapped to their back. After he and Hal filled up their water sacks, Nick proceeded to inform Hal on Nick’s discoveries. Nick went into detail describing all that he could recall from the documents he had uncovered. “How are you taking this? Nick probed. “I'm going to see what I can remember… I feel something coming on” Hal replied as he walked over to the river that they had just took their dirty water from. Hal kneeled down and observed the flowing water. He saw his reflection emerge from the gentle waves. As the gears started turning in Hal’s head, opening the gates to an area that had never before been accessed Hal began to wonder who or even what he was. Hal could see the little imperfections in his face, every single detail stood out as being someone else’s, a modification of an innocent person caught in a sick, twisted game of life. Slowly it crept up on him, was this all planned? Then it suddenly slammed into Hal, initiating a flashback. All of the past had suddenly came to him. All of the life he had lived, all the death he was meant to die. This was Hal’s personal epiphany and he realized the true harm of the world. He processed this in a weak fetal position, while Nick tried to recall him back to life. Nick tried this for over twenty minutes, until he realized it was futile. Nick instead picked up Hal and carried him on his back, walking to the shack. Hal remained in this state for a couple of hours before returning to the wretched, weak world that he lived in. Hal realized what he had to do. With this new motivation, he decided to confront Honey head on, storming to Honey’s room. But she was gone. Hal went into Nick’s room and searched everywhere for Nick’s gun, however all he could manage to find were the bullets that fed the gun. Hal’s minimal knowledge of guns did not let him put two and two together, because he took all of the bullets thinking he could find a way to fire them without a gun. He ran off following the footprints left by Honey. Hours later Hal arrived at the compound which looked like a hill with a small door on the side. This is the place where the clones were in their alpha stage. The pernicious clone climbed the hill and threw himself on one of the security guards. He ripped the gun out of the guards’ hands. With Hal now armed, he opened fire on the two guards outside of the compound. Hal shot of the door hinges and stormed inside and yelled as she started shooting “you stole me from my life, you put me in this godforsaken earth, and you tried to take my individuality, so now I'll take your lives!”. Hal’s rain of bullets connected with nothing but the maze of tubes connecting the clones to each other and a computer, making hissing noises and spilling mysterious goo after the bullets had pierced the fragile tubes . He searched frantically for Honey, the mastermind behind all of this, Honey. He heard the familiar voice once again - “So you think you’re gonna stop me? HA! That’s a shame” Hal looks around and finds the mainframe. The sultry clone frantically searched for a way to shut down all of this mess. He traces all of the tubes down to a large supercomputer with a dome shaped device that had an electronic message reading “please sync brain”. Hal had no hesitation in securing the device to his head. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nick when returning to comfort Hal found that he was gone. He searched everywhere. In Honey’s empty room he found a note by Honey. “You can save your pathetic friend. Use a human’s mind not a clone.” He must of already ran off to stop Honey. He never stops to look at details, he can never wait, he’s too much like all the others. Too noble for their own good, they only created more trouble for society. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “That'll kill you, ya know? The process doesn't work with clones, we've tried. You'll go through all the pain in the world as your mind gets ripped out of your body, every inch of yourself will cry out to stop, and there's no going back” “I know, but I’m sure I am different” replied Hal. He pulled the red lever jutting out of the console and was transferred directly to the computer. While inside Hal had two choices - release all of the reminding clones and omit the curse of impulsiveness that was a side effect of the cloning process, or killing all of the clones and the research downloaded into the computer. Hal chose the latter, because he realized that pouring more hungry, brain robbed people into the world would only do it harm…. ~~~~~~~ “Wait” Nick bursted in, “There’s another way!” but it was already too late.
There was no one in the room, but the broken computer and a headset. Nick, was on his knees, crying out of anguish or of grief. Where was Hal? He wouldn’t. Would he? Why did he leave me? he thought. Holding his gun that once saved his life, he knew his next choice, he was going to kill the one that made him take his life. But no one was there… He took aim, and fired his gun into the ground, until he heard a mute click, and the floor was littered with shells. “Was this all part of God’s Plan? Is this what justice brings?” He brought the gun to his head, and was ready to pull the trigger… but there was no bullets left, there was no one to blame. “WHO BROUGHT ME INTO THIS WORLD!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few years passed since the incident. I didn’t know then, but wherever Hal went he brought a new prosperity to the world. It took a lot of time to cope… but I lived to see the day where children play and laughter restored our hope, where the birds sang, and the grass looked greener. Even when the sun sets beautifully, it radiates brighter across the country just for
him. His sacrifice created this unnecessary future. The cruelty of being destined by fate, already pre-programmed without an identity, yet he made it work. Yet without a doubt, we can all finally rest.
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A Primate’s Memoir, written by Robert Sapolsky, documents the author’s time in Kenya while he studied the various behaviors of a troop of baboons. One of the key aspects of the book was the social rank that developed within the troop. Female baboons have a social hierarchy that is fairly cut and dry. The eldest baboons in the troop are considered the higher-ranking females, and as the baboons get younger, so to follows the string of dominance. The ranking for males was essentially from the strongest baboons to the weakest baboons. The baboon at the top of the social hierarchy was considered the alpha male. This social rank has huge implications for the troop in regards to which baboons mated with each other. If another baboon wanted to become the alpha male, then he would have to challenge the current alpha male to a fight, and win. The baboon’s distinct personality mixed with their instincts are the primary factors for where one lands on the social hierarchy. Another key aspect of the book was the strategies that took place when the baboons wanted to mate with another baboon. Similar to humans, the baboon males tried to impress the female baboons in a way that would make them want to mate. The rank of the male is considered to be one of the greatest factors contributing to what mate they end up with, because there is nothing more impressive than becoming a high-ranking baboon. Also, there were instances of lower-ranking baboons strategizing and forming teams with other baboons to become a higher ranking baboon for the mating possibilities. The baboons in the group are considered a patch-work of different troops, as it is common for one baboon to move to different groups frequently.
From the brush came the huge crack of a gun being fired. George dropped his gun, and Lennie was frozen in time for a split second, then he fell over in front of George’s feet. He was gone.
I was sitting in the old rickety chair that looked as if it had been there for five years. The smell of gunpowder hung in the morning air as I leaned over the rifle rest. My finger wrapped around the trigger as my eye focused through the scope of my grandfather’s Springfield ’03. I took a deep breath and let half out. My finger tightened on the trigger as I awaited the recoil and crack of the gunpowder igniting. Finally, when my finger’s pull was enough to move the trigger, the gun went off. Moments like this are why I love shooting guns.
gun and steadied it, and he brought the muzzle of it close to the back
Trustworthiness is an important element in a relationship. It is the groundwork for dependability between two people, and from it, relationships grow and mature. When that trust is shattered, it creates a barrier between the two people. What defines a legal agreement with a business partner from a silly promise made to a child? In a child’s eyes, there is no distinction. A promise is a promise. In Toni Cade Bambara’s “Gorilla, My Love,” the evolving perspective of the distinction between an act of betrayal and the breaking of a juvenile pact is scrutinized through an incident between a child, Hazel, and her uncle, Hunca Bubba.
Throughout situations and research conducted by not only Robert Sapolsky or Jane Goodman, but from many other credited sources, we can blatantly see the, if not identical, similarities between the two species of humans and baboons. The most apparent likewise characteristics of this can be read and documented in Professor Sapolsky’s book, A Primate’s Memoirs. Sapolsky, who spent hundreds if not thousands, of hours studying these Savanna Baboons, sheds a vast insight into ideas of social dominance, mating strategies, instinctual prowess, community settings, hygiene, and reform of an entire generation; many of which can be unknowingly seen directly in the common occurrence of a humans daily life.
Cho poked his head in the room a couple of times and looked around before exiting and entering a different room. The first shots were heard across the hall, in the hydrology class. It sounded like a nail gun or hammer hitting concrete blocks.
At approximately 11:51 a.m., I had the gun loaded, in my hand and ready to shoot. All we had ...
Hemingway is trying to show that the trout are better then Nick, since they are not bothered by emotions or their surroundings. Nick is, he is bothered by the war, which created internal emotions that he is trying to resolve. Hemingway used the trout in t...
Upon hearing David and Betty’s refusal, the man pulled out a gun, and fired a round into the right rear window, shattering it with incredible force. He then moved to the front of the car and fired another round into the left tire. Stricken with panic, David and Betty rushed out of the car, but the man was there to meet them. Betty was able to scramble out, but David wasn’t so lucky, as he was met with the cold, hard barrel of a gun pressing behind his left ear. "The shot made a deafening blast, as the bullet entered David’s head at a horizontal angle, blowing it apart" (Tina 3).
Alen pulled the trigger of his shotgun; the blast reverberated around the narrow, rocky pass, drowning out the final whimper of his prone foe.
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...o be a part of the corrupted crowd that Tom and Daisy were in. Nick knew right from wrong which set him apart from the others.
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