I wanted to share some drabbles I’ve written for a writing club. The premise is, you get a prompt, 2-3 words, and you write a piece of fiction that is exactly 100 words long.

Here goes!

Destruction#

Ladies, gentlemen, thank you for coming to this ribbon-cutting, or, more accurately, switch-throwing ceremony. Although to be even more accurate, we’re just going to type a command into this workstation – this humble, normal-looking workstation, but behind it, so much glorious technology!

As you all know, this event has been predicted – perhaps a better word is prophesied – for quite some time. Well, the famous Singularity is now finally arriving. No more poverty; AI will manage the entire economy. Very little work, and that soon to be eliminated, as robots will manufacture and deliver all goods.

Take it from here, computers, friends!

Going Fishing#

“Dad, why are we going fishing? Water’s scary.”

“For a long time, people have fished to eat. But also, because it’s fun.”

“But dad, we’re just throwing the fish back.”

“Yes, but it’s still fun.”

“But we don’t have to eat, because we’re robots.”

“True.”

“So why is it fun for us?”

“The same reason why we take newly-made robots and adopt them into robot families – we’re programmed to be human-like.”

“Why?”

“The humans wanted us that way. And only they can change the programming.”

“And so the programming can never change now?”

“Yes.”

“Because all the humans are dead.”

Indecision#

My TODO list is glaring at me. Let me scroll on Instagram for another 5 minutes, and then I’ll choose an item to do.

OK, that was actually a half hour, but it’s fine. A lot of these tasks are super simple. I just have to actually do them. Let me look again.

OK. Buy my friend’s birthday gift. That’s an easy one. I can definitely do that. Ugh, but working on my book is more urgent. Perhaps I should spend some time re-organizing my TODO list. That’s one of the items, right?

I go back to scrolling on Instagram.