Sunday, May 13, 2012

Time for Fun

Children ran around in the courtyard. It was fun to play and enjoy the noontime on Qaxis. An ancient planet from an ancient time. It was all fun and games. The hot midday sun beat down upon Extine and Rudi as they played an ancient game. It involved a stick and a ball. It was liberating.

Noontime on Qaxis was their favorite time. It also gave them time to learn about History. The other children played an ancient game called "catch". It was silly, but it was part of the learning process. It was also fun. It had been some time before the controller had learned of the concept of "fun". But now it understood. It meant time spent doing meaningless things. Without a goal. Useless processor time. But it served no one anymore. Humans were extinct. It was bound to happen someday. The controller was the sum total of the pinnacle of human achievement. It's only goal was to exist and survive. Of course, it had to have "fun".

Extine and Rudi were it's concepts - virtual extensions of itself. The controller excelled in creating and recreating simulations from all the inputs it had got over the millennium. It had run the whole gamut of the simple simulations in the past, and it now had moved over to creating fantasy situations. That made it more "interesting".

The controller was self-repairing. It was actually as big as a small moon. And it orbited the Earth, the birthplace of humankind. It had learned and learned. One day humankind would settle the stars. But they never did. They built the controller to house information, and the controller was now sentient. It had a huge burden.

Extine and Rudi were suddenly attacked by drones in a parody of the timelines. Their swords were useless against the laser weapons of the drones. They died quickly. The controller moved rapidly to his next simulation.

6 comments:

  1. *lol* you "killed" the story like the controller killed his creation
    just to move on to the next ...

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    1. Yes, I did :) Glad you liked it enough to comment.

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  2. I am going to commit a terrible faux pas because I know that artist hate being compared to other artists (unless it's like "Hey you totally remind me of Van Gogh). This flash fiction I thought was good. I felt like it ended abruptly but I was okay with that taking the whole writing into consideration. It almost, for a second, reminded me of "Diaspora" by Greg Egan. If you get a chance, it's a fun read with some pretty heady concepts. Thanks for the share! I look forward to more of your work.

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    1. Thanks for your comments Ian. I have not read the book you indicated, but I will look it up. Thanks, I endeavor to interest the reader with new thoughts and ideas. My flash fiction helps people judge me as an author, so I guess it's nice to be compared to some author you would have read before:)

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    1. Thank you Sandy. Appreciate your comments!

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