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“Losing someone, it’s not all sadness. Grief…it’s a difficult thing but it’s more than just pain and misery. In a way, it’s a display of love. Grief is an echo of the love and joy that a person brought to your life. Even when they’re gone, the moments shared with them still live. They still live within you.”

“Because there is a growing belief among the community of thinking beings that by 2050 men and women will be marrying human like robots. At that point, how Craig Raine will describe his experiences will be fascinating to know. And in my imagination I have already travelled with the Green Man into the future called 2075 and witnessed How humans will experience love in 2075. Because this science fiction novel navigates through the possibility of men and women falling in love with machines, without knowing they are robots imitating human emotions. Will you still dare to fall in love in 2075 or will you strive to tell the difference between a human lover and a robotic lover? Now it is your turn to join the Green Man on this exciting journey into 2075, where he will reveal to you what the world would look like in 2075, and take you on an excitingly epic journey with the protagonist, Saabir, who criss crosses the highways and all by ways of emotional trajectory in the midst of synthetic emotions and feelings that engulf him. To know more, travel with the Green Man via the science fiction titled, They Loved in 2075. With this anticipation I shall dream of you tonight and hope that you will be able to unlock the alien imagination within you, to realise the part of you that is from Heaven. If you have any doubts, here is the poem by ​​Craig Raine to make you a dreamer who while asleep is always awake in his/her subconscious state too. Because he/she has learned the art of having a rendezvous with the light that radiates through the universe, to eventually settle in a dreamer's eyes who dares to dream beyond the ordinary and the 3 dimensional reality. "A Martian Sends A Postcard Home” Caxtons are mechanical birds with many wings and some are treasured for their markings-- they cause the eyes to melt or the body to shriek without pain. I have never seen one fly, but sometimes they perch on the hand. Mist is when the sky is tired of flight and rests its soft machine on the ground: then the world is dim and bookish like engravings under tissue paper Rain is when the earth is television. It has the properites of making colours darker. Model T is a room with the lock inside -- a key is turned to free the world for movement, so quick there is a film to watch for anything missed. But time is tied to the wrist or kept in a box, ticking with impatience. In homes, a haunted apparatus sleeps, that snores when you pick it up. If the ghost cries, they carry it to their lips and soothe it to sleep with sounds. And yet, they wake it up deliberately, by tickling with a finger. Only the young are allowed to suffer openly. Adults go to a punishment room with water but nothing to eat. They lock the door and suffer the noises alone. No one is exempt and everyone's pain has a different smell. At night, when all the colours die, they hide in pairs and read about themselves -- in colour, with their eyelids shut. Dedicated to you, the Green Man and Saabir who hails from 2075 and dares to love a real woman in 2075 because he loves her a lot!”

“Just a thought! Let us travel from our sleep into a beautiful dream, And let us then reside in a reality that is as beautiful as the most beautiful dream, Let us bathe in the eternal sunlight, And then let us fuse into one love light, And spread everywhere, Here, there, far and near, Just you and me together and forever everywhere!”

“There was something elemental in the air, something that heated the blood and brought to the conscious mind desires long suppressed. Serena's body felt heavy and warm as she swayed involuntarily to the compelling music. The fire on such a steamy night was too much, and she felt an irresistible impulse to tear off her elaborate gown so she could dance freely in the sheer coolness of her chemise. Dance to the insistent music with one man's dark eyes watching her, devouring her, till he was forced to leap up and join her as was the young man who leaped up beside the Spanish woman.”

“We all know that sex is the most interesting topic in the world. We love to talk about sex. There's no juicier gossip than who is sleeping with whom. And we love to read about sex. Check the top 1000 books on Amazon. Most of them have a shirtless guy on the cover, because they're smutty "romance novels" (read: porn for women) about a girl being swept off her feet by one (or more) billionaire alphamales. There are literally tens of thousands of books out there about shirtless billionaire alpha-male vampires who can't wait to mate with you. Lucky you! And women eat that shit up! Men, not so much. We men prefer to watch actual porn. And there's a perfectly good explanation for that.”

“Neemai sat in silence. These were plenty of delicate issues, and the tiniest careless assumption could throw him into the whirlwind of sentimentality. He had speculated an inkling of Scarlet Amorin’s fate, the experience of the world had whispered that something terrible had happened in the house. As for the culprit of the fate, he dared not to guess. Matters of the family tend to be the most frangible affairs, as he had rightly absorbed from his observations in quietude. Things would have been easier if those were in black and white, but it is rather in shades of glaucous and grey, and any reckoning is as good as guesstimate. While his brain reasoned and warned to tread carefully, his heart yearned to hold the Rosie of his imagination. Her pain was in his imagination, he knew that, and it was well past. In real life, it would have been unbearable for her.”

“I love to watch her move over me. Face as lovely as any heavenly constellation. As I breathe her in, intoxicating. Her body entwined with mine, the thing I crave for a lifetime of I love yous before we crash back into the wide, wide, sea.”

“Pretending to be someone else is my favorite part of any job. It’s like dressing up for Halloween, playing the part of someone evil, in a disguise used to trick the wicked into believing they’re in for a treat. Yet none of them know my monster is worse than theirs. That my monster has been forged in fire and hate, that it will always be more terrifying.”

“You don’t fucking know anything about me,” I snarl, tilting my chin up in defiance. Jake chuckles, dropping his head. Our mouths are mere inches apart, and my breathing stops. “Yes, I do, Stefany,” he murmurs, each word making his breath dance across the flesh of my lips. “And I know all the right buttons to press like no one else.” I exhale a shaky breath and laugh. “Baby, you couldn’t find the buttons even if you had a roadmap or stopped and asked for directions.”

“His arms tighten around me slightly, and my breath catches in my throat. He’s still sitting on his tall barstool, and I’m standing between his legs. Our bodies are fitted together so tightly I can feel every rise and fall of his chest like the rolling waves of an ocean. His thumb strokes the dip of my waist—a small, seemingly unconscious gesture—and my heartbeat accelerates like a rocket. What am I doing?”

“As he patiently observed her every move, from the flickering movement of her hair to the twinkle in her blue eyes, he privately thought to himself, that after years of waiting for a shooting star, he had finally stumbled upon a star of his very own in her; all the while, learning what his version of heaven looked like, here on earth.”

“A swirl of dust and dirt picked up from the shadows that fell over everything in this grungy corner of the world. The dancing movement was hypnotizing. The sand and grit had rested long enough to have drifted into obscurity. But fate had different plans, and this gust of wind had lifted them and turned their obscure and unknown existence into a chaotic tempest of action that could not be ignored.”