A Useless Jump

It happens every time, without fail:

Right when I’m about to fall asleep.

That moment where I’m dancing with dreams, my mind slowly succumbing to the beauty of rest. To the warmth of it, the necessity. It’s right when my mind is starting to go blank, right when I’m about to slip away. Away from the waking world and all its problems. Forgetting all the things that are bothering me, all the tasks I need to accomplish, all the orders I need to fill.

Its then that it always happens.

I’m on the verge again. Darkness whispers sweet nothings into my ear, assuring me that it can give me rest. That I can relax—

And there’s a knock on the door.

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Strange Machines

There is no ash. No burning buildings. No roaring fires or people choking on waste.

It’s the end of the world and yet…

The world seems fine.

Absolutely fine.

Aside from me, it turns on. Keeps plugging forward. The newest, most horrifying machine.

The end of the world has come and gone and yet…

Does it even miss us?

What was the point of it all?

…what’s the point?

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Metal Eternity

There was a trick to it. There must be.

Or there wouldn’t be so many.

Stories can’t all add up to nothing. Neither can missing people. If something is out there, it’ll drop hints. Leave clues. It won’t go unnoticed. It might stay mysterious, yes, but it won’t go completely unnoticed. Everything leaves a trail.

Everything.

And this one? This trail?

It’s going to lead me to the jackpot.

There are no pearly gates. Not for me. I already know that. But there won’t be a hellfire either. No mouth swallowing me whole. Death will reach for me…

…and he’ll miss.

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Malfunction

“No. Do not let that thing operate on me. I swear on my own grave, if you let that robot operate on me I will start screaming, and not drugs nor death nor DingDongs will get me to stop.”

The human assistant looked at me, completely perplexed.

“But, ma’am, this robot is the most experienced, best calibrated physician for this surgery.”

“I will tie the IV feed around my own neck and suffocate myself,” I replied, arms crossed.

This wasn’t a matter of stubbornness, or right or wrong. It was simple fact:

Technology hates me.

It was why I was in the ER in the first place. Continue reading “Malfunction”