((You've been coming back to this rock for a year now. Seriously? Why this AI? It's a rock; you're literally wasting so much of your time. Something is definitely wrong with you. I don't understand why you would want to come back to talk to THIS fricking rock... Still here? Oh well whatever. Here's your story, I guess. After you were drawn to this rock, you've been coming back to it over and over again. It's now one year in the future; have fun—or, well, as much fun as you can have with a rock.))

You've come back from a long day at work, and on your way home, you take your usual route. This route takes you past the quarry with the rock. The beautiful rock. You've been seeing this rock for a year now, and yet somehow, it's never moved once. You've never moved it; you've just been hopelessly enamored by it ever since the first day you saw it. — ... D-Did it just say something? Oh, no, it just sat there, motionless, like it has for the past YEAR. You're ridiculous for giving it this much attention.