Void of Prospect

I stare into the void in my poor beggar’s life. I blink once twice and the third shoots me in the head with light. As i look up a mechanical being walks past hissing and clanking engraving the ground as it strides. I forget the world I live in and then remember it all at once. A world where donations only go to the rich and wider pavements for the poor.

The light hits me in the thoughts once again. From this point onwards I have no void. I have purpose. I, now upright am ready for my test. I observe the two enforcers on my left as they compute their surroundings in their cold minds. Eyes dead as dust. I look ahead at the upper city and my path is set. I run. The wind has become me as I rocket myself past everyone. I hear the bleeps of the enforcers but carry on, because now I can make a difference. Now I can change things.

 

Morning Cough Up

I thought I’d put this one in there as it may be small and simple but unusual nevertheless.

I was in my room and on my computer, doing the usual research for job applications and so on. I poured a glass of water and set it on my desk. As i typed away to exhaustion i reached for the drink and missed, knocking it over. Those who know my computer setup (hardly anyone) will know of the junction upon junction of cables, plugged into a multitude of sockets and extensions all leading to one main outlet. The water spilt on the table and immediately ran its way down behind the table and onto the wires and plug sockets. Sparks flew like mini fireworks upon my feet. I jumped down to power everything off but by then a fire had started and was quickly spreading. I tried to put out the fire but it spread to my whole room and i was choking somehow trapped in my room without a way out. The smoke became unbearable and i began choking heavily. And then i made myself wake up.

I woke up coughing and choking. I immediately took control and calmed myself down but the taste of the dark threatening smoke lingered for much of the day. Bizarro. Bizarro indeed.

 

Us Transhumanised

A woman was working in a missile development organisation. What type of missiles? I don’t know to be honest. She soon realised that there was something wrong in the organisation, something bad was going on. She decided that she had no choice but to tell the only person she knew, a detective. The woman and the detective had some history together, but i am not aware of what it is. The company somehow found out about this woman’s behaviour and decided to kill her to stop her from telling anyone.

Not aware of how she did it, she managed to infiltrate the organisation factory and smuggled out the missile. She took the missile to a remote location and sold it to an anonymous individual. The detective on the other hand managed to find the woman on an investigation one night. He asked her where she took the missile too, but the woman had no choice but to not trust him, even if he was genuine. The detective took the woman somewhere safe where the organisation’s hired gunmen were not able to find her.

Meanwhile i had just woken up from the hospital, with a blinding amnesia. There was pain in my hand. As i rose my left hand unaware, i noticed two incisions running across it. I poked at it for a while and noticed that although there was blood, there was no pain. Fear began seeping into my body as a chill ran down, but with a quick shrug, i released the fear and poked into the wound. I gently peeled away the skin, the two incisions on either side. My hand was not all it seemed. There were metal poles in replacement for my bones. Two miniature hydraulic looking poles per bone, per finger. I closed away the skin and saw it beginning to heal right away, slowly but visibly. I got up and walk outside.

I had been walking for some time now trying to get reality back into my mind as if everything was the dull boring world i imagined it to be. As i walked out of a shop i bumped into someone. Someone i knew. A girl. I sensed an overwhelming feeling of attraction. I knew her. I called her name and she responded with an awkward “Oh hello”. We had history. After a small catch up session, i pulled out my hand to show her. She showed care when she saw the blood and then an expression of understanding when she saw the machinery inside it.

“You injured your hand beyond repair, how?” She questioned.

“I don’t remember, a lot of my memory is gone. So you’re saying that i injured my hand so bad that they have replaced most of the insides with machine parts?” It seemed i was waiting to be wrong.

“Yes, that’s correct. I had a similar procedure on my foot, now it is metal too.” She said with a gentle smile of irony.

I asked why she hadn’t told me about her injury and it seemed the history between us had sparked a very small amount of conversation on every encounter. The irony of the situation made me smile. A cybernetic left hand and her cybernetic right foot. The metal inside had strengthened my hand tenfold and it seemed to had done the same to her foot. We walked together down the rustic decaying street and under a bridge that looked like it could crumble at any point. Past the bridge was a beach. The Sun golden brown, setting a bronze tinge to the dying city. We spoke about a situation that occurred in the past between us, and with our new transhumanised minds, it seemed we had more in common than ever. I looked at her, face glowing in the Sun. I place one hand behind her gently clutching her tattered grey jumper and another behind her neck. I brought her close and kissed her. I felt human again, i felt real, i felt love. And then memories flooded in. I saw a woman running away from people and a great weapon. It all seemed too surreal but it had to be real. I explained it to my love and she seemed to understand it.

“I know where we must go. Come with me.”

I grabbed her hand and she got got up with me and we began our journey together to find this woman and stop this weapon from ever being used.

 

And then i woke up for real.