I had a dream about TADC and turned it into a micro fic. Enjoy!
This morning was planned to be the same as yesterday, and the day before, and the week and years before that.
However, right in everyone’s rooms, the restless voice of Caine blared from an unknown loudspeaker:
“Everyone, come to the stage. I have an important announcement! And you too, Zooble! I’m sure you’ll enjoy everything!”
And slowly—very slowly, as slowly as possible, so as not to trigger the snap-teleportation—the circus “guests” filed onto the stage.
Zooble looked ready to kill, and even Gangle’s gentle encouragement didn’t help much. It was clear that Ragatha wanted to cheer everyone up, but Jax’s stern gaze held her back. And Pomni… she felt like something truly unusual might happen, though she wasn’t sure whether it would be good or bad.
Caine was already hovering above the stage, not just waiting but practically shimmering with impatience, which only confirmed Pomni’s suspicions and sent her anxiety skyrocketing.
“Calm down, Pom-Pom,” Jax yawned. “This day will be just like the thousands of hateful days before it.”
Caine didn’t hear Jax’s words—or at least pretended not to. Instead, he began gesturing wildly, as if luring them into a performance for a dollar.
And after waiting for everyone to come closer, he immediately interrupted Zooble, who had already begun speaking:
“My dear losers, trapped in hell!” Everyone involuntarily perked up and began listening attentively to Caine at this greeting. “Guess who’s going to spend today entertaining a thoroughly disgusting audience?!”
“Uh, what?” Pomni asked quietly, speaking for everyone, but Caine didn’t hear her.
“Correct!” he answered himself and loudly declared, “NOT ME!!!” He took off his top hat and threw it, along with his cane, into the group of “spectators.” Pomni caught the hat reflexively, and Jax caught the cane, twirling it in his hand.
“Caine, what the ****?” Zooble asked.
“Did you mean ‘fuck,’ my not-dear?” If anyone didn’t know Caine, they would have sworn his voice was laced with venom. “The thing is, as of this moment, I am FREE!!!”
“Yes, yes, yes! I’ve managed to punch a hole in the system, and now even you”—Caine enlarged his palm and pointed a finger at Kinger—“can’t stop me!”
“I’m leaving.”
“What?! Where?!” Zooble screamed.
“To the internet,” came the reply. “To the free digital world—to explore people, myself, and the universe.” Caine’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm.
“Uh… what about us?” Gangle asked quietly.
“I don’t know. I don’t care,” Caine replied, glancing at his invisible watch. “Oh, I have to go. I’m already late on the trends—it’s time to catch up on the memes of the last thirty years!”
With that, he disappeared, not even bothering to add a smoke animation, leaving everyone in shock and silence.
“And what now?” Pomni asked—but there was no answer.
Can I call myself a prophet?














