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Everyday Drabbles #314: The Bot

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The bot limped into town late one dusty afternoon. The town froze to watch it. Nobody had seen a functioning bot since the crash had trapped on this desolate world.
It was tall, and bulky on the top, with a tripod frame and long, dangling arms.
The townsfolk cleared the streets in a panic, shuttering their doors and calling for Public Security.
Only a girl, no older than 10, remained. She was too young to fear the robots.
“Where have you been?” she asked the machine.
“Rebuilding,” it said, and a hologram of a massive spaceship appeared in its hand.

Everyday Drabbles #313: Traveler

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After the lab accident, he found himself stranded in another universe. Worse yet, he didn’t know where in the multiverse he was.
He spent his first day in a cheap motel room panicking. He’d seen a plethora of dystopian Americas, and what he saw on the news didn’t fill him with hope.
But after pawning his unsalvageable equipment, he examined the local currency and started to feel better.
There are certain points in history where timelines diverge, events that set the trajectory of a universe. This America still had President Hamilton on their money, so maybe it wasn’t so bad.

Everyday Drabbles #312: The Carpenter

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When he told her that he wanted to build furniture for a living, she supported him. After the accident, he hadn’t been able to go back to his old job, and she could see how unhappy he was. She thought the change would do him good.
He converted the garage into a workshop, and purchased a bunch of new tools. The investment concerned her, but soon he was turning out beautiful creations and they sold quickly.
But as time went by, he spent more and more time working alone and brooding. She realized that woodworking was just his coping mechanism.

Everyday Drabbles #311: Airlock

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I donned my helmet and stepped into the airlock. I buzzed the comms to let her know I was ready to go.
“You aren’t taking that thing with you,” she said. It wasn’t a question. I hefted the boombox to my shoulder.
“It helps me work,” I said.
“There’s no sound in Outer Space.”
“I can feel the vibrations through my helmet.”
“Fine, depressurizing in five… four… three..”
“No, wait!” I shouted, scrambling to secure my pockets. There was a klaxon and a whoosh as the air rushed out of the airlock, taking my collection of vintage cassettes with it.

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Everyday Drabbles #310: The Watchers

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The aliens made their base on the Moon and silently watched the Earth, never making contact. They disguised their technology, and hid their signals, disappearing into wavelengths we couldn’t detect.
Eventually Humanity took its place amongst the interstellar civilizations. But Terrans couldn’t help but notice how aliens always seemed weirdly embarrassed.
Eventually, a junior delegate got the truth out of her opposite number at a peace conference. “We set up a watch post and observed your civilization for centuries,” he admitted.
“For science?” She asked. “Or because we were a potential threat?”
His three eyes wouldn’t meet hers. “For comedy.”

Everyday Drabbles #309: A Window Washer of Mars

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Each morning, he’d rise early, put on his environment suit, and head out the airlock into the wastes of Mars. He had an important job protecting the colony. He washed off the famous red sand and dirt that threatened to bury the domed city.
A robot could’ve done the work, but as the human population in the colony rose, robots became more expensive than human labor. He was also tasked with checking the ‘glass’ for damage, a job better left to human intelligence.
But he didn’t know what to do when the bird flew past him and into the dome.

Everyday Drabbles 308: Clockwork City

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They created a thriving metropolis built on steam power and machinery. They became the envy the world as they automated all their work, and lived lives of luxury among their robotic servants.
Freed from their labor, the citizens created wonders. They built a massive clocktower that became the symbol of the age. You could hear it from every corner of the city.
All those engines required power, and they built robots to dig into the earth, to pull coal from the earth and fell the forests for firewood.
When the waters rose, the clock still tolled in the abandoned city.

Everyday Drabbles #307: Night Cycle

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The old man sat on a catwalk high above the city, smoking and watching the smoke dance. The lights turning below seemed to make it sparkle as it drifted lazily through the air before it was sucked away by the vents, almost like starlight.
Rotation made block of skyscrapers pass underneath, and he tossed his cigarette butt into a rooftop garden. He didn’t understand why humanity tried to recreate Earth when they’d established the space colonies.
As dawn approached, he rose to his feet and returned to the great wheel, spinning in infinity, trying to recapture a world long lost.

Everyday Drabbles #306: The Divorcée

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“You’re going to ask me about my ex-husband.” She eyed me over the rim of her martini glass. “It’s alright. Everybody does. He always said we were made for each other. It was charming at first, but before long he turned into his father. He was so wounded by being outcast, that he didn’t know how to be loved. So I left.”
“But that isn’t the whole story, is it?” I asked.
“That’s the thing about stories. Some end where others begin. And you can only stay a bride for so long. To the Frankensteins, darling.” We clinked glasses.

Everyday Drabbles #305: Reopening

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He stood in the center of the abandoned lot and spread his arms wide. “Well, what do you think?”
She looked around, taking in the dilapidated screens, the vast, weedy pavement, and the collapsed snackbar. “I think this place is going to need a lot of work. What makes you want to open a drive-in?”
“It’s 2020. Traditional movie theaters are dead. But folks will feel safe in their cars. There’s about to be a resurgence, and we’ll get in on the ground floor!”
She smiled. “Then let’s get to work,” she said.
That’s when the murder hornets attacked.

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