Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 47
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Excerpts
Enhanced
The rusty hexagonal pod glowed with a faint amber light. Major Thompson crossed his arms and waited for a response from his medical officer.
“The systems appear to be operational so I’m assuming whoever is inside is still alive,” Dr. Walters said. “Was this the only one you found intact?”
“Yes,” the Major replied. “There were a dozen others in the room but they were all broken down. It’s a miracle this one survived for as long as it did.”
“I don’t believe in miracles but yes, it’s fortunate that you found it. Let’s hope this doesn’t turn into a horror story, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“These older models were never meant for such a prolonged stasis. We could be looking at severe brain damage when we induce resuscitation.”
“Is it guaranteed that will happen?”
“Nothing is guaranteed in this field but it’s a strong possibility. Are you sure you want to go through with this?”
(…)
Illusion
Before you read these words I’ve prepared just for you, I need to ask you this: are you sitting comfortably? If not, take a moment to do so, loosen your muscles and your clothes but, most importantly, open your mind. It won’t be easy for you to accept what my words but I need you to at least try, okay?
Good. So, with that out of the way, here’s the shocking truth I’ve been wanting to tell you since the day we met. You’re not free. You’re not. Everything you’ve been told about your condition as an individual is a big fat lie that only grows bigger the longer you spend believing in it. It’s time to set the record straight and though it will hurt, you’ll be given a new perspective in life, the only one that truly matters. Read carefully the paragraph after this one.
There are two types of people in this world: those in control of their actions and with the power to make choices to affect them in either positive or negative ways, and those whose existence is completely determined by others and whose sole purpose is to follow orders no matter how demeaning and humiliating they turned out to be.
(…)
Tired
Richard yawned for the umpteenth time in a little over ten minutes. He didn’t want to but, try as he may, he couldn’t help but be exhausted.
“I don’t get what’s happening to me, Dr.,” he said to the late-fifties woman with platinum blonde hair sitting in front of him. “Why am I always…”
“Sleepy?” Dr. Marissa Lake concluded, chewing on the tip of her ballpoint pen.
The two were sitting in her private clinic in downtown LA. An old friend of his mother, Dr. Lake had accompanied the football star from an early age, taking care of his body and mind so that he could rise to every challenge presented to him. She had never asked for anything in return, instead stating that one day everything would be paid in full. He didn’t know it yet, but that day had finally arrived.
“Yes. I can’t focus. I can’t think straight, I’m…”
“Sleepy,” she repeated, emerald green eyes staring him down.
“You’ve already said that. Can you help me?”
“You don’t need any help,” Dr. Lake said, crossing her legs. “All you need to do is sleep.”
(…)
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