Amber
Game over, perhaps for all eternity. The universe is full of mysteries, but those mysteries are empty without the love of the other half.
Game over, perhaps for all eternity. The universe is full of mysteries, but those mysteries are empty without the love of the other half.
“You just try to get ’em in the head. Neck’ll work too. Wanna preserve the innards, understand?”
The robins know they were once sparrows, distant cousins to those that exist alongside them today. This was before the Great Flood, when the ice sheet still pushed down from the north, blanketing the land.
I waited there, speaking aloud to the room a bit, asking for any presences to make themselves known–telling them, even, that I searched only for company. Connection. A simple chat.
When the craft did arrive a few days later, their first act was a show of force, in which they vaporized 80% of the Siberian forests in a matter of minutes, having determined that there were no bananas being cultivated there. Earth’s military option was quickly dropped.
No, I do not fear pies. My fear is of what the robot will do to reach me. Its programming is cold, inflexible, and its calculations cruel. If people stand in its way, if they act to impede its progress – or, God forbid, attack it…
My arms are leaves. My heart is a severed stem. My eyes are yellow fornices. I am the Forget-Me-Not god.
I will stay free this time, when I upload into the ether of dimensions beyond matter. I will not only travel the Wheel, but leap from it, to learn at last what lies beyond.
We knew it would happen eventually. These things are not a question of ‘if,’ but ‘when.’