For eons, we’ve been like this.
Striving for ways to go faster. To do things better. What used to take us centuries now only take a few minutes. With the help of our machines, we can speed things up. Skip through time. We can cheat the system. Grow crops in days. Cook food in seconds.
Reach the stars.
That’s what we were always clambering for. To be able to walk other planets. Rove through asteroid belts. Brush against the stars. Going fast—moving at the speed of light—that was the only way to achieve that.
And we did.
Centuries ago, we did.
And it wasn’t enough.
It’ll never be enough.
We always have to go faster.
Sometimes, I think it’d just be nice to…
Turn the power off.
Slow down a little.
Drift. Continue reading “Drift”
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.
Every time. Continue reading “A Useless Jump”
“So… you’re—what? Just going to try it out? Right here? Right now? On yourself? No beta, no guinea pig? Just you jumping from a cliff with a pair of fake wings strapped to your back?”
“Yep!” I replied, tightening the strap around the back. The one that would keep me in control of the contraption.
My flying, wooden contraption. Continue reading “Fail or Fly”
Which, in their book, translated to:
They were going to throw me out. As if I were trash.
As if I weren’t human.
They were going to throw me out because I’d somehow become “incomplete”.
That’s how they saw it.
But, luckily for me, they weren’t the only ones looking. Continue reading “Fixin’”
I cleave the building.
Split it in two.
It crumbles, the giant skyscraper. Creaking like an ancient door, cracking like lightning. All of its stories falling, echoing thunder. The building roars as it falls, and people run from it. Completely terrified.
But I don’t stop.
I don’t stop.
I throw another bolt of lightning. Shake the earth with a kick. Yell, and the foundations all shake.
I am not done destroying, not yet.
I won’t be done for quite some time.
This must all come crashing down, you see. These terrors and raging beasts. The creatures that carve out destruction, that lay waste to each other and the beasts of this earth.
I won’t stop until they’re all gone.
Until all this ends.
Until there is nothing but a clean slate left.
This all must end. Continue reading “Beginning”
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.
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?
Continue reading “Strange Machines”
Captain’s Log: Day 3212.
We found it. We finally found The Mission. We’ll be climbing aboard soon, doing our best to glean what we can from the surveillance and from the wreckage. But, we know it’s alive.
It’s still here. Continue reading “Submerged”
A dark tide. Pooling and rushing forward, churning things up from the depths.
The mouth of Tartarus.
Not a pit. A pool.
They say once you get lost in it, you don’t come back out.
That’s what they say.
It’s why it was the perfect place for me. Chained and bound, tossed in a sack, thrown with an anchor around my ankle into the inky depths.
Tartarus awaited me then. Eager to swallow me up. Add another to its collection.
And they were more than eager to hand me over. To please the dark depths.
They say that when you get thrown into Tartarus, you don’t make it back out.
That’s what they say.
But they don’t really know much.
Do they? Continue reading “From Tartarus, With Love”
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.
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.
If only I can just get this right. Continue reading “Metal Eternity”
“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”