Today I happened to find out that my 12th grade English teacher just recently passed away. Even though my senior year was an astonishing mumbleteen years ago, some aspects of that class I remember well.
Little girls become young women... Little kittens become fat old cats... It was the way of the world: predictable as the sunrise, everlasting as words carved in stone, unavoidable as bullets from a gun.
One final stroll through the garden. Solomon knew his would be the last footsteps to tread these grounds. And the beauty of this forest merited a last farewell. Once, a billion years ago, there were others. Humankind spread like a weed. Relentless and unstoppable, they subdued the Earth. But time waits not for man. Solomon … Continue reading Homo Ultima
"I love you." "You're only saying that because I almost killed you." Zara pulled her hand away from the glass panel, and the crimson circle that would terminate his life support. Paralyzed below the neck, the man in the biomedical bed tilted his head toward Zara. "Please... daughter. By law and custom, as my sole … Continue reading Come to Grief
Ghosts danced across the stone walls: red spectres cast from the crackling fireplace. Dr. Aldous Haskell, retired, gripped the syringe shakily. "Mnemoline," he verified the drug label. "What dosage?" "Two milliliters, intravenous," his robodoc replied dispassionately. The aged doctor sighed heavily as the drug entered his vein. "My apologies, James," he suddenly remembered his visitor. … Continue reading The Curse of the Manor
Day 18 of the A-to-Z Challenge. R is for Retrocausality, or reverse-causality; the idea that an effect can precede its cause. Though some physicists, including Hawking, speculate that the laws of nature will conspire to prevent time travel, many physical laws, such as particle interactions, can be interpreted to include backward-in-time travel. To be opened … Continue reading Reading at the Event of my Death
Gretchen's journey ended seaside. The roiling clouds of the machines gathered at the horizon, scrubbing away the blue skies. Her blue bike, the last loyal machine, had carried her a thousand miles over broken asphalt, but gave out in the end. She reminisced as she walked that last mile to the beach. In her lifetime, she had lost good friends, two husbands, and both children.
"War is Hell..." Colonel Boniface had never understood the sentiment... until that bullet found his brain.