What Made You Human. (Hinted technological dystopia setting.)
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The main character of the piece. It is hinted that he is around middle-age and has many regrets about the way that he lived his life and the story focuses on this, with the only other character bullying him about these regrets. An English accent is preferred but if a very good application is received with another voice I would still accept it.
And what's the purpose of this then? To make me feel shit about all the things I didn't do?
I don't know. I was terrified she didn't feel the same way probably. You wouldn't understand.
However disappointing I may have been, I wasn't a bad person. I was kind, I was caring, I was a good person. I was!
The second main character. Should be cold, condescending, and mocking, taking a subtle pleasure in the torture and bullying that it is conducting. Once again, an English accent is preferred but if your voice is really good then I will still accept it.
I knew you humans were thick, but my God you take it to a whole other level. It's torture, pure and simple. Eternal agony as you realise that you were nothing but a disappointment from the day you were born to the day you lay on your death bed, completely alone, save for a bouquet of £3 flowers.
Oh she absolutely did. Completely and utterly devoted to you. Not a single day went by where she didn't dream of you, of how you would finally muster up the courage to tell her how you felt and you two would be together and in love like no one else could have been in love. Eventually, of course, she got bored. She got tired of waiting, decided you must have been a coward to still not have worked up the courage to ask a simple question. She thought you were pathetic, by the end.
It is of no matter. Our task here is to dissect the journey, not the destination.
Typical sort of audiobook voice
Silence fell as you ashamedly cast your mind back to that night, the crushing fear as you heard the roll call but much worse the irrepressible self-hatred as you sat outside ten minutes later. It was a cold winter's evening and a thin, crisp, white layer of frost lay upon the grass. It was this frost that you heard snapping as she approached, garbed in a thick green trench coat, pulled up high around her neck for warmth and steel-capped walking boots to prevent the pervasive cold from freezing her toes.
She said some words of comfort, it's far too long ago now to remember details like words but you can still remember the way that she looked at you, with those clear green eyes full of sorrow and kindness. The way she brushed her light blonde hair behind her ear whenever she laughed and how crystal clear that laugh was; an unwavering note of joy and beauty. You thought of kissing her, of holding her body tight and never, ever letting go. You didn't though. You never did.
And as the scene faded to black, the last thing you saw was her clear green eyes, so full of sorrow and kindness as well as unfathomable love. And you did love those eyes, and that was what made you human.
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