At the beginning of every month we we issue a writing challenge to all our friends and fans.
This was the stimulus for this months challenge!
I had a really hard time writing this one to begin with, to the point that I actually didn’t start writing till the last day of the month! I decided to go with something a little more experimental this time. I feel it worked, what do you think? Did you write anything for June? If you did, you should share it with us!
Last Breath: [emote] SORROW*
[start line memory cache recall]
[RUN memory file: 11-10-2044 last breath]
[WARNING! file selected tagged as trauma risk! may cause emotional fault recurrence]
[emotional filter recommended]
[execute HAZARD override 376-astroid-88]
[emote filter hard locked out]
[proceed with caution]
air acrid. heavy with gun smoke. burning rubber, plastic, copper. ozone. heat. blood.
screams ringing out. cries for help. wailing. explosions. full automatic weapons fire, passing.
The sky is red, sunset closing in. Black streaks breakup the rusty sky. A sharp edged gunship circles the city, it is predatory. none will escape while it lingers. The outsiders seek to destroy Asylum.
“Husni, I found Mother!” Sibling, Dana. Voice loud, strained. Origin-Caretaker-Mother must be injured. I must run.
Glass crunches and breaks under feet. gravel, debris, twisted burning steel; none of these will stop me. Dana, crouching. armoured skin intact. Holding Mother.
[WARNING! memory recursion!]
Mother. Caretaker. Teacher. Before thought; Mother already loved us. Before awakening; Mother nurtured us. Before…[WARNING! TRAUMA RISK!]…conception; Origin.
“Is she okay?” my voice is strained. I feel fear. new fear. fear of loss.
Dana speaks swiftly. words fight back emotion. “She is having trouble breathing. there is blood in her mouth. I think her bones are broken.” Dana’s head turns. golden eyes focusing on my face. We look so similar. our shells are hand made though, minor imperfections. variance creates individuality. strange. detail notation not needed. coping mechanism?
I kneel. I take mothers hand. it is shaking. I can feel her pulse. if I had more medical knowledge I could save her. If i had been built to heal. if my hands had greater precision. there must be a way. thoughts. streaming. speed. consciousness. rampant cognition. runaway thinking.
words find sound and form before restraint can catch them. is this a fault? “Don’t end. Don’t die. we need you! The outsiders will kill us…we don’t know where to go?” [WARNING!] am I faulty? why can’t i save Origin! anger. frustration.
damage. pavement cracked. support skeleton in left hand fractured. should disable finger servos. won’t. should disable pain. can’t.
Dana speaks, voice soft. “don’t die. don’t die. please.” speech segment continues. decays into dry weeping. mother grows cold. we wait. we wait. help us.
[MEMORY RECALL TERMINATED]
[CHAT: you can’t keep doing this. see me tomorrow. exposure therapy is not your cure.]
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Farewell from the past, I’m Raymond.