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?”
Blame in on Pokémon, I guess. It wasn’t long before people started pitting their adopted fusion beasts against each other in brutal, sometimes confused and grimly hilarious, oft-lethal battles.
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 detected something in Temir’s voice that made me profoundly uncomfortable, and in a way it chilled me as much as the abnormality above my head: jealousy.
As though our visitor had tailored its request based on some vision of all those possible futures, exactly one million, just as it had asked for, volunteered with this same act of free will, the same commitment of spirit, to be exchanged for the healing of our blasted and dying home world.
“Just say it, Luke,” I implore him gently through the specialized vibration of my gullet and manipulations of the flesh around my beak. “What do you want to ask me?”
…these creatures leave us be while we rest, geared by evolution or some sick, parasitic intelligence to let their food replenish.
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…
“Y’know what?” I told the narrator. “No. Just…seriously. I’m tired tonight. It’s been an eight-hour shift and I had to work the cash through my lunch break because Peter decided to just not show up today.”