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What it Feels Like to Die

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On February 13, 2023

In Drabble

by Warren Benedetto

Photo by Balazs Busznyak on Unsplash

“Mama?” Madelyn asked. “What does it feel like to die?”

“It’s like falling asleep. Except when you fall asleep, you wake up in the same place. When you die, you wake up in a Rejuvenator.”

“Is it scary?”

“Not at all. You don’t even remember what happened.”

“You don’t know how you died?”

Madelyn’s mother stepped to the edge of the maglev platform and peered down the tunnel, looking for the next train. “Nope.”

“Not even if someone killed you?”

“Nope.”

As the train exploded from the tunnel, Madelyn slipped behind her mother and shoved her onto the tracks.

“Good.”

*****

Warren Benedetto writes short fiction about horrible people doing horrible things. He is a full member of the SFWA. He is also the developer of StayFocusd, the world’s most popular anti-procrastination app for writers. He built it while procrastinating. Visit www.warrenbenedetto.com and follow @warrenbenedetto on Twitter.

AI

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On January 21, 2023

In Drabble

Drabble 56

They’re called AI’s, or Artificial Intelligence. They’re supposed to help humans in their work. Soon enough the AI’s would look like humans doing the work of humans. Only a few humans would be needed to run the AI’s.

But suppose it would be the AI’s running the AI’s. Then the AI’s would start murdering humans so the world would now be lived in by robots.

Jehovah laughed at this as he told this scenario to his companions. They all laughed with him. They continued to work. They didn’t have to stop to eat nor rest.

They were, after all, AI’s.

*****

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Time Wasters

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On January 20, 2023

In Drabble

by Liam Hogan

Photo by Andrik Langfield on Unsplash

After the fall of the 23rd Century, refugees from the Time War spread throughout history. Some epochs were reluctant to take them, fearing the disruption their strange customs and future (or past) knowledge might bring.

Such fears are baseless. The refugees are lost, unable to integrate, hopelessly nostalgic. There’s one in my town. Every day he sits, forlorn, on a park bench, a newspaper discarded by his side. He’s waiting to read about events that will never happen, stories of people who will never be born. His wife, his children, his parents.

Dreaming of a time that no longer exists.

Liam Hogan is an award-winning short story writer, with stories in Best of British Science Fiction and Best of British Fantasy (NewCon Press), among others. He helps host Liars’ League London and volunteers at creative writing charity Ministry of Stories. More details at http://happyendingnotguaranteed.blogspot.co.uk

The Laughing Alien

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On January 11, 2023

In Drabble

Drabble 55

Photo by Denis Agati on Unsplash

The man was laughing on the sidewalk. People walking by looked at him in dismay. One, however, stopped and asked what he was laughing at. In between the laughter, the laughing man said that the earth was dying.

“If true,” the passerby said, “how do you know?”

“I saw it in the sky,” the laughing man answered.

Just to humor himself, the passerby asked, “And when is this going to happen?”

“A few moments from now.”

The passerby then asked, “So why are you laughing if it’s true?”

“Because you earthlings never care!” He then vanished as the earthquakes began.

Through Bonded Flesh

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On January 9, 2023

In Drabble

by Addison Smith

The alien thing adheres to my arm, digging into my flesh and joining with muscle and nerve. It extends in a sweeping arc, a great pincer that responds to signals from my own human brain.

When I squeeze I feel its force and pressure, like that of our enemy—the great crustacean creatures we battle in endless fields of death. From tooth-like protrusions I feel the thirst for violence. It is infected with their ideals and they burrow into my mind, just as they were intended to.

I agree to their terms. We will join them. The war will end.

Addson Smith is an author of speculative fiction whose work has appeared in Fantasy Magazine, Fireside Magazine, and others. You can find him on Twitter @AddisonCSmith.

Fireworks

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On January 2, 2023

In Drabble

Drabble 54

Photo by Mike Enerio on Unsplash

The alien spaceship hovered over them. The earth folks nervously waited. They had no firearms, only sticks, clubs and whatever they could find to protect themselves. Then they heard what sounded like a voice. Was it hostile or friendly? They couldn’t understand what was being said.

Suddenly, objects spewed out from the spaceship. They loudly exploded above the earthmen, although not hitting any of them. The earthmen ran away in panic in all directions. 

One alien spoke in a quiet voice. “Why are they running?” The other alien answered, “You idiot! We were not supposed to explode friendly firecrackers yet!”

*****

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Distant Planet

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On December 29, 2022

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Drabble 54

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The doctors landed on the distant planet unannounced. They were to investigate the handful of scientists who all became unconscious at almost  the same time.. 

After the investigation, the doctors could not determine what caused the sleep. It wasn’t the planet’s breathable air. It was something else. In the evening all the doctors were also put to sleep by an unseen force.

Then, the planet’s inhabitants stepped out with instruments that would inspect the earthlings unperturbed. All the invaders were made to be unconscious so they could be experimented on.

The conclusion: earthlings are inferior and thus useless to them.

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The Robot

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On December 26, 2022

In Drabble

Drabble 53

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Earth’s technology had advanced by leaps and bounds. Now it had robots that looked like human beings and to the point that no one could tell the difference.

He smiled at the possibilities of both good and evil. He expertly maneuvered the spaceship to its landing space, turned it off and dismounted. He nodded at the maintenance crew as they started to attend to the ship.

He entered the office and sat down while the techies approached him. He knew what they were about to do. He couldn’t care less. His eyes closed.

He was a robot and needed cleaning.

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A Fleeing Singer

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On December 21, 2022

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Drabble 52

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He sang in public places. All songs were his composition. He attracted many listeners, some of whom urged him to seek music producers. But he would have none of that. He said his songs were for the common folk. It was his heart that sang and a few listeners were at times brought to tears. He placed his hat in front of himself so listeners could place donations.

When he finished singing, he hurried home. This was his final day. Sadness melted away his joy. But he had to leave. He wept.

He was an alien leaving a dying Earth.

Away

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On December 19, 2022

In Drabble

Drabble 51

Photo by Ivan Diaz on Unsplash

The sudden explosion came without warning. He saw bodies sprawled around him, some were motionless, a few were moving, wondering what exploded. He knew. He came to warn them, but he was too late.

The explosion was far from him, but powerful enough to knock him and others to ground. Those who were near died instantly. The explosions continued and he ran. He reached his spaceship and wondered why he wasn’t hit by the space bombs.

He was an alien soldier. But he absconded, having fallen in love with an earthling who couldn’t love him.

He flew away to nothingness.

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