Sporadic Scrawlings of a Sadist

Silence

The world around me has grown silent, as though time itself has stopped completely. An eerie silence in the city of Weihai, where I have currently taken up residence. It appears as though the cars have stopped smoothing the fresh tar on the roads. Stopped honking at each other like madmen. There is no buzzing sound from the ceiling light, and no familiar, rhythmic tick-tock of the anchor clock hung out in the living room. Only the sound of my fingers tapping against the keys of my laptop, and the sound of my own heartbeat.

Or it would be beating, if I were not a robot.