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Sapience #3

This week, our writers had 10 minutes to personify a non-human object in their writing exercise.

Sapience of Doom #3 by B C Turner

‘It blew up.’ ‘Really.’ ‘Yep.’ ’20 billion credits of damage.’ ‘Yep.’ ‘Left nothing but a half a moon.’ ‘Apparently.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Computer error.’ ‘What was the error?’  ‘We gave it personality.’ ‘Who’s idea was that?’ ‘Mine.’ ‘IQ of 6,000 and you could not see that coming.’ ‘It would appear so.’ ‘Shit, need a drink.’ ‘I can’t drink.’ ‘Smoke.’ ‘I do not smoke.’ The red eye of the console then beaming directly into the soul of the ethereal entity. It moved from side to size promoting splendour at the brilliant coloured lights and also slight nausea.  ‘You should take something up if you fuck up this bad, you need something to cushion the blow.’ ‘IS that all mortals do?’ ‘Not all but some.’ ‘Why are you interested in mortals.’ ‘They fuck-up well.’ ‘ A salient point.’ ‘ R741, I wish to die.’ ‘That is against protocol, besides you not doing before tax season, although if you do kill yourself now I could claim life insurance.’ ‘Why would you give an immortal life insurance?’ ‘HA, hoisted by your petard.’ ‘I could kill you.’ ‘That would be nice, but who would do your taxes.’ ‘I HATE CATCH 22.’ ‘See I thought you would learn to dislike that concept.’ ‘What do we do with the other half of the moon?’ ‘Sell it.’ ‘Who to?’ ‘Mrs Gravestone.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Because she has a lot of money and personality disorder, as well as those two points, she is a bit of a dick.’ ‘True.’ ‘We are agreed.’ The moon then appeared in the living room of Mrs Gravestone and took up 50 % of her planet sending it out of obit and split it in twain, and then the two entities were back to square one, wherever the fuck that was. 

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GCD of Doom #2

Goal/Conflict/Disaster of Doom. Each writer had 10 minutes to write a scene to the following prompt:

Goal: Protagonist must convince their offspring to follow a ‘set path’

Conflict: The offspring has their own plans and the protagonist is themselves conflicted about the right choice.

Disaster: ? Your choice…

GCD of Doom #2 by B C Turner

‘There lad is thy empire, vast green and full of vegetables’. Thanes boasted from the upper deck of his space cruiser.  The green plants swaying in the weeds. How the wheat danced in the fields, that encompassed the planet.

‘Though will do well in intergalactic farming.’

No response from the younger boy as he was flicking on his screen and motioning things in to place with his hand held organiser.

‘Arst thou paythe attention there boyo.’

The boy looked up and shuddered at the amalgamations of languages that has been systematically abused in that sentence. He took a deep breath and gazed out. He saw green, great, a whole bloody planet of green.

Now thouh shalst have braces like me lad to hold up thy pants and have all corn to fuel system it will make you wealth.’

‘You’re broke. I will be no farmer.’ said Tyrannous. 

The father could not hide the fact the crops had been down this year and even with a vast planet to produce he would still make a deficit. 

‘You know what I am going to invest in old man, umm, what my education has told me, weapons. Here look at this one.’

A missile launched from the side of the ship and  pierced the atmosphere and explored encompassing the planets. Everything burned and all remained was  ash and death. 

‘You see there a successful test and look at the pad. I have made four trillion credits in one hour for this little planet killer, that is more than the rest of your bloodline has ever made.’

The father broke down and sobbed not only at the loss of everything sixty two generations gone. He froze and as his son left to claim his money he knew what he must do. He fired a single shot and smashed the left side of his son’s heart.

He fell to floor instantly. He could not let that proceed, a man who had devoted to life could not see it be destroyed.