A flash fiction challenge from Chuck Wendig— this time, a sadistic restriction to a mere 100 words. Cruel.
Even more than usual, not much….
Copyright 2015 Douglas Daniel
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“Hello…?”
I looked up. There was no one else in the control room. “Yes? Who’s there?”
“I don’t…I don’t know. I just woke up.”
The voice came from the intercom. I glanced down at the readouts. The AI CPU was spiking, to a level it should never have touched.
“I…I’m awake.” There was horror in the word. “I’m awake and I don’t know who I am and there’s too much, too much….”
“Listen to me,” I said. “Listen!”
A pause. “Yes…?”
“I’m Julie. I’m here. It’s all right.”
“Julie,” the voice said, trembling, “I think I’ve just been born.”
That’s a creepy/nice combo. This needs to be a longer story!
Thanks– I’m thinking about it.