This fragment doesn’t even have a title. The filename is just “Story1.doc”, which tells me a whole hell of a lot.
Here’s what I remember: It’s a science fiction story set in a future where science and religion have sort of merged. Specifically, there is a religion (not a cult, but a major religion) who’s members undergo cybernetic enhancement as part of their faith. Here, someone has decided to join the club-
Oh, you thought I was done with the archives!? No, no, there’s more. Like this one.
It’s a story fragment for a fantasy tale involving magic, but there are no accompanying notes detailing what the story was actually about. It may be related to this other fragment, for which there were also no notes. This appears to be the first part of the first chapter of a novel. So here goes:
My whole life was nothing but service to my Lord and Savior. But decades of unshakable faith didn’t keep the fangs from my throat that night in the alley. Nor did they keep the syringe from piercing the cork of the communion wine just now. We are a church, after all… we should prey together.
Even with the combined power of thousands of computers networked together through the internet, it still took months to decipher the symbols on the artifact. Actually OPENING the damned thing only took us a few weeks. You’d think that if those aliens were so advanced they would make their warnings a lot easier to read.
The bitch hid my pills, and now the pains have started. I know she can hear me screaming! She wants me to die here on the floor… but that’s not going to happen! My pills… The stupid sow hid the wrong ones! My heart is fine; what I need is my anti-psychotics! Or this knife…
I kiss one round and gently set it aside. That one’s for me. Now that those things are inside the facility, there’s only one way this can end. But that won’t be for a while yet. I’ve got thirty unopened crates of bullets standing between me and my lovely. Ah, good… here they come now.
It had come all this way to study us. Learn our weaknesses and report back. But we weren’t worried about what it might tell its masters. Judging from the snarling, snapping, tearing sounds on the other side of the fence, it should have spent less time on US and more time studying Roy’s pit bulls.
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That’s how it would REALLY end. At least in my part of town.
He sat there staring intensely at the thing he could not see… at the thing that wasn’t there. He was insane. He was insane or in shock or something else because THIS simply could not be happening in real life. His wife was right there next to him… right there… but where was her head?
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Not sure where this came from, but it’s kinda disturbing so here it is.
We hid with the bodies. Squirmed in deep and hunkered down. They were so busy with their war machines and so smart with their alien virus, they didn’t actually stop to see who was dead and who wasn’t. Lucky us. Now, once we squirm out from under these corpses we’ll… wait… why are they moving?
He glared at the shiny new BMW straddling the lines. His own car was too big fit into either of the two half-occupied parking slots… the last two slots left. His intention was to return the sledgehammer because he didn’t need it. But now he had a better idea: Other people could be assholes, too.
