There was a boat that floated up and down the river,
On deck, music played
Dancers swayed,
Beer and wine flowed,
Margaritas were balanced on trays,
Offered from dusk to dawn.
A party boat,
Most said.
A party indeed.
But the real party was below,
where microscopic AI creatures were synthesized,
A delicate three month process.
The night the mind controlling bots,
were to be released like a great salmon spawn,
I carried out my plan,
an unseen foe.
A targeted EMP and a ghastly explosion, did a spectacular job.
A tragic end to the party, but humanity was saved.
This 100 word story is brought to you by Friday Fictioneers photo challenge put forth at Rochelle Wisoff’s blog. The photo is credited to Rodger Bultot.
It’s an interesting photo. I wasn’t sure what it was all about which left a lot of room for imagination to take hold. Hop over to Rochelle’s blog to connect and read all the other stories that come out of this scene.
That’s all I’ve got today!
Hey, and don’t drink the water, it’s spoiled…maybe. Best, Clare.
(Does anyone else remember that line in the “Little Rascal’s” show? It was milk but you get the idea).
Clare Graith 