These aren't the stories your mother told you.

No, these are the other stories.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Written by Ian Middleton Narrated by Josh Curran

The black taxi came to an abrupt stop, barely pulling in from the congested road.

The scruffy driver spun round in his seat and faced Katrina. Through stained teeth, he explained something in a language she couldn't

comprehend. With a blank expression, she shrugged her shoulders in response. The driver nodded and walked his fingers across his

palm, indicating that she was walking from here. A broad grin broke across her freckled face,

and curling a loose lock of Orban hair behind her ear. She dug around in her bag for the fair. Climbing out of the taxi,

the full sensory onslaught of Kyoto smothered her. A cacophony of carhorns, chatter and sirens

assaulted her ears. Undecifrable patterns, covered street signs and shop windows. Vehicles clogged the roads and commuters cluttered the wide pavements.

She felt as though she'd been shrunk down and dropped into an ants nest. She began

walking down the alley that the taxi driver had pointed to, and it only took a few steps

before the change of scenery made it feel as if she'd traveled back in time. The buildings morphed

from concrete skyscrapers to narrow two-story refuges. Each one of the

ancient wooden buildings had a balcony that overlooked the paved road that she now walked.

The rushing city folk turned to meandering tourists and red, bulburous lanterns replaced neon lampposts.

This must be Guillawn, she said to herself, and dug out a map in an attempt to make sense

of the cryptic street signs that littered the ancient district.

Who made me?

And what did they make me for?

The technology magazine Katrina worked for had received an invite to preview an exciting new product from SITEC,

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