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 I met life last night. I met an alive girl in a party full of living people. She was the epitome of energy. She made me stay at a party where wasn't even supposed to be at the first place. Suddenly I got out of my memories of last night as I bumped into someone. A girl or another one of those robots, who was probably late for their work, but somehow she seemed familiar. When she saw me, i could see a glimpse of recognition for a millisecond and book it was gone, they were cold dead eyes. But did I know her, or was i just thinking too much. Because i was also just another dead alive person.