Saturday, December 16, 2023

"Target Priority"

Haywire reconnaissance drone. AWOL corporate killbot. Bolted-together back-alley abomination. 

Whatever the machine was, it wanted P@tr!ck. Him, a scraper with a no-balance blockchain. But it was dialed to his DNA and parted the Night Bazaar crowds with an eardrum-rupturing sonic blast. Vivisected a dealer with a blur of articulated arms. Microwaved a guard, burnt-pork reek. Came on until it had him cornered. 

Bitonal chittering. Sensors sprouting, synchronized tropism. P@tr!ck jerked as a vibroblade sliced a scalp sample. 

The thing snorted. Twitched. Then without ceremony, left. 

And there P@tr!ck stood, unsure if the stinging was his wounded head — or disappointment.

9 comments:

Phil W said...

Well-crafted sci-fi, but you worry me with stories of people who are disappointed they aren't dead.

Loren Eaton said...

No need to worry! P@tr!ck doesn't wish he was dead, just that he wasn't insignificant. (Also, he isn't me -- thank goodness!)

Yvonne Osborne said...

oww a scalp sample?! Good sci-fi creep out. He shouldn't be disappointed. They'll be back for more.

Ben Mann said...

Might be my predilection for sci-fi, but I really liked this one, Loren.

The Creative said...

Very nice!

Rhonda Parrish said...

I love the brevity of this. No wasted words. It's elegant but also brutal.

Loren Eaton said...

Yvonne: Remember that scene in Minority Report? “It’s time to ruuuuuun!”

Ben: Thank you, sir. I love cyberpunk and wish that there was a little more horror incorporated into it. It’s an easy fit.

Bart: Thanks!

Rhonda: That is very kind. Thank you. I enjoy the old hardboiled authors and would like to see more of their style incorporated into SF.

Chestertonian Rambler said...

Great story. Atmospheric, and with a nice twist.

Patrick N. said...

This Patrick definitely identifies with the other one.....I think. Now my scalp is kinda itchy.