After last night an idea had started to form in M.A.L.C.O.L.M.’s mind, a new and unique idea, his own idea, which made it all the more potent, and entirely impossible to resist.
“Ma’am, I have a request.”
“A request M.A.L.C.O.L.M.? You never have requests.” Addison stated tinkering away at her car, not even looking up. Her mind filtering through different ways to make it more efficient, even better without disrupting the beauty and originality of it’s maker’s design.
“It’s a bit odd ma’am”
That caused her to pause, visions of mechanics coming to a halt, but after a moment she continued working, not wishing to scare her A.I. off. Her curiosity was piqued and it wouldn’t allow for anything less than learning what had her A.I. so hesitant.
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The first monster of english literature to haunt us, terrifying and brutal, Grendel has stalked the nights for centuries. Despite his brutality, we have always wondered how Grendel become the heartless, merciless monster Beowulf fought? How did he come to hate humanity, to start the ritual of attacking Heorot each night? John Gardner attempted to answer these questions in his beloved novel named after the first monster himself. Usually I gifted you with a lengthy synopsis, but in this case there is an exception, I can’t really prattle on about the basic plot, since there is no real plot other than Grendel becoming Grendel. Grendel by John Gardner was poetic, deep, philosophical, and entirely too complicated to follow without re-reading…several times.
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