Google Translate Take Over: Part 3
Normal: Tell Me Why the Stars Dance Google Translate: Explain why the stars are scattered everywhere . . . . . Normal: I pulled the blanket up to my chin, listening to the sprawling city as the steam from my cup of tea warmed my hands. The woman who’d led me out of the “store,” whatever the heck that was, had taken me here three weeks ago. She had come and gone since then, typically sticking to the kitchen whenever she visited. Google: I turned on the water and looked at the city as the water drained from my sink. The girl I met at the “store” didn’t recognize me, and that was 3 weeks ago. He was always in the kitchen, but he never came. Normal: I wasn’t sure why I was here, only that something I’d told her as she escorted me had made her hold at me like I was a beaten dog. After that, she’d been endlessly welcoming. A part of me couldn’t help but wonder if the stars had sent her. Maybe they didn’t hate me as much as it seemed like they did. Or maybe I was just that pitiable.
