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LOTEK
I did present technology to both sides; my own people in the Underdwellers and to the Skylanders. I even did so in equal parts, giving an advantage for a time, just before taking it away. I did what I did; and my heart was in the right place for it. The technology for the Underdwellers was to aid in our survival. The technology for the Skylanders, even in war technology, was meant as a peace offering. I wanted an end to this conflict and a chance to come out of our tunnels and attempt to clean up the land and air of our Sixth Earth to make it walkable once more. I did not understand the full consequences of what I had done until the night that I witnessed the Skylander assault on three of our own people on a mere mission of unity with the Aquatitans. I witnessed that conflict and meant to stop the fight. It did not work out as I watched as our leader and our greatest warrior were injured; perhaps mortally if not for the cybernetic shield tech that I had instilled into them. Thankfully, I did watch as the youngest among us, the bravest yearling of us all, could escape the fire fight; a fire fight that felled me in her place. Three of us lie wounded because of a misunderstanding between two groups. Only I deserved such a temporary fate until we could all be taken back below as the Skylanders fled in victory. I did what I did; and I deserve this cell now; at least, until my trial…
By Kent Brindley5 years ago in Fiction
After the Fall
It starts with a golden ball. A smallish sphere. A dance in an opulent room. Of course, the ball isn’t actual gold, probably steel with gold paint. I can even see silver flecks sprinkled and shining across its surface where the paint has worn away. And the dance isn’t really a dance, but a glittering farce. Not very impressive, but it’s important to me.
By Mikyn Fullmer5 years ago in Fiction
A Slow Death
Skaler didn’t have a last name. Truth be told, she wasn’t supposed to have a first, but she had chosen it herself and liked it. Last names were for people with families, and there weren’t a great many of those left. But she deserved a first name, her Ma had always said so, and she had listened.
By Calvin Prickett5 years ago in Fiction
My Dear Christopher
My Dear Christopher, When you were a boy, I remember you asking me about the locket I kept. As a teenager, you believed it looked too delicate for a man to wear, but I let you believe what you wanted because some stories are too dark for an ambitious boy to hear. I have now decided it is time for you to know the whole story, and you can love us or hate us for what we did.
By Chloe Louise Smith5 years ago in Fiction
New Hope
Diary Entry: Corrinne Bailey November 26, 2065 Today is Thanksgiving. Well, not really. It would have been Thanksgiving in the Old World. My mom always made the big meal the best. The house would start smelling of turkey, yeast rolls, sweet potatoes, and spices early in the morning and last all day until dinner was served. The aroma was heavenly. The memories are there; but fuzzy. I remember smells more than I remember actual events. I’m pretty sure the house was full of people, and we laughed and ate until we couldn’t anymore.
By Stephanie McNew5 years ago in Fiction
Patient Zero
In science class, they told us our grandparents expected massive flooding. The ice caps would melt, and coastal cities would drown. We'd live in a world without California and Florida. And you could tell who the teacher voted for by their comments on those states.
By Alfie Jane5 years ago in Fiction
Berserkers
I watched the heart-shaped locket sway in front of my face. As though it was trying to put me in a trance. I remember when he gave it to me, a way to profess his love and yearning for me. That was 3 years ago, and I miss his smile. I quickly shoved the locket back in my pocket.
By Graceanne Sanders5 years ago in Fiction
