Stories tagged “machine”
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"Try changing the tone of the sentence..."
“You know, you talk too much.” Nothing. “You know, you talk too much.” Nothing. “You know, you talk too much.” Nothing . Stupid machine. The sign says it is a talking machine full of surprise responses that are rando...
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fritz & zooey reinvented
Zooey tried to remember the last time she showered as she finger combed stringy locks of dark hair absently while lounging on an emerald armchair. Her bedhead had given her a chameleon-like ability among her fellow unwashed wannabe-hipster neighbors. I...
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morning salutations
With a swift gesture, the lid was ripped ferociously away from the coffee canister. Grinds were measured with a bent spoon, poured and spilled thoughtlessly in all the wrong places until they finally were aimed into the filter. Zooey pushed the brew bu...
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the morning after
More banging and groaning persisted. The figure reemerged and made its way towards the armchair’s fellow, the bedsheets dragging slowly behind, picking up unswept patches of dust in its trail. “Morning Fritz, dear,” Zooey sang out che...
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Year 5, Chapter 6, Part 4, Section IIX
I sat upright as only someone as accomplished as I am is able. This was a satisfactory movement for me, as my standards had finally begun to firm in their perfection. Training myself to be as superior as I am now has always been a hard task. As I turn...
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One Minor Detail
I kept getting the sense that I had forgotten something. I shrugged the feeling away – the machine was flawless. It had all the bells and whistles that you’d expect. (Well, only about half as many bells as whistles – I can’t sta...
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Why Rainbows Fade
Jason ran his hand over the thrumming casing, savouring the hot, oily sensation. “I know you’re hungry, my love,” he murmured to the machine. “But soon, very soon.” At last the van returned, screeching across the factory ...
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The Collectors
When it entered the solar system it dwarfed anything mankind could have ever dreamed of. Mankind was excited for their arrival, awaiting contact. The crafts trajectory put it in a collision course with Earth. They made no contact, that was not what dre...
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Oh-So-Real Me
So, I still feel the guilt. A little of it is over what I did. The look on those people’s faces. The ones I had hurt and betrayed and smiled at. If I had killed a loved one, they might have looked the same. Then again, in a way, I had. A little i...