Google Translate Take Over: Part 3

 Normal: Tell Me Why the Stars Dance

 Google Translate: Explain why the stars are scattered everywhere

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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. 

I hated that, and doubted it.

Google:

I don’t know why he’s here and I’m glad he sees me. Then he saw the end. 

Something made me wonder if the stars were guiding me. Maybe they hate the way they look. I think I am. 

I hate it, I can't believe it.

Normal:

I tore my sightless eyes away from the city, trying to not let the homesickness settle over me too deeply. It was like there were knives being plunged into my chest a million times over. Each agonizing beat of my heart seemed to pound out his name. Altair. 

Google:

I pointed to the village women who were singing, singing, and singing. Caali is a whale, and millions of people are watching. I can hear him screaming his name from my chest. Farmer in the field.

Normal:

I still couldn’t comprehend that he was gone, that somehow I’d ruined him. 

“Hello Theta.”

I jumped, the blanket falling off my shoulders as I swiveled around. I stiffened, listening as the young woman from the “store,” Lucy, seated herself beside me. 

She wasn’t alone. 

The footsteps pounded from inside the house, and I clutched my cup tighter. A million warnings were blaring in my mind as Lucy set a hand to my shoulder, the footsteps edging ever nearer. 

Google:

He doesn't understand that it's wrong, that it's wrong. 

“Good morning, sir.”

I turned around, the hat wrapped around my head and covered my eyes. I was surprised when the "bug" girl, Lucy, sat next to me.

You are not alone 

After walking a bit I picked up my plate. A million thoughts raced through my head as Lucy put her hand on the wall, her hand shaking and trembling.

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