Wednesday 5 March 2008

Micro Fiction: Tenuca

The water was leaking steadily through the house, seeping into his trainers and making his towelling sports socks soggy. He needed to move fast but didn’t know what else he could try.
The PC was as high as he could have it off the sodden floor. The air around him had a momentary glitch, as did the computer screen. He cursed once more, the “There is a script error” message refusing to budge. Then magically, gone. It was all the fault of those greedy 21st century materialistic humans with too much they didn’t want to lose, too much they could have quite easily done without, to save their dying planet. But no, why should they give up their gadgets and leave the gift of life to their descendants? I want it bad and I want it now. And this is where we were. Humanity, with their homes being swallowed by the sea, with nowhere to run to, no dry place to survive. The adults had long since given up. It was his generation now, those like he, Tenuca, left to find a solution. There was no stopping Nature. She was fearsome and she was taking back what was hers. Bizarrely, the very thing that contributed to the earth’s demise seemed to be it’s one chance of salvage. The PC. To create a program so intense, so advanced with the virtual reality software on offer, that Tenuca could hold back the sea. They were working furiously to create a life for those that escaped. That they could use to rebuild. He tapped furiously on the one option he had left. Enter. Hold Breath.

“This program has performed an illegal operation and will be shut down.”

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