Every once in a while I get an idea for a short story. Usually they pop in and out rather quickly and I just let them go but I recently decided to jot them down when they come. I don’t think I’m a great writer, and definitely not a great story teller, but it is fun to write badly in another genre. My first two attempts are below.
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Doug leaned his head around the doorframe calling out, “it’s time! George! Let’s go! I am starving over here!’
George called back, “I’m almost ready, just give me a minute!”
Doug began pacing back and forth, waiting for George to be ready. Typical George! He’s always lagging, Doug thought to himself as he paced back and forth.
“What time is dinner?” George came out, adjusting the belt on his pants. “I can wait to eat as much as I can! This belt may have to be loosened out by the end of the night”
George was patting his stomach with a big grin on his face. “You and me both!” Doug laughed back. They clapped each other on the back and headed out into the snowy night. Yes, it was the night of the big Annual Feast. This year there was a bountiful harvest and there would be a lot of food to eat. The entire community was gathering to celebrate and there was a lot to celebrate, even if times had been hard in other ways.
It had now been several generation since the wars of the 2030s. The Earth had become a massive battleground and all of the natural animal life on the planet had been largely decimated. The established world-wide food chain had been severely disrupted, with all of the factory farms being collateral damage in the Wars. People had survived on insects and what plants continued to grow until they had come to the Pact, which was now the organizing force of their society. The Pact had allowed Human Beings to survive the wars and now they were thriving. Why, tonight alone there would be a gathering of 10,000 hungry Humans coming to partake in The Feasting. It made George feel proud to be a part of this tradition.
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“I’ve got to log-off! The dinner ceremonies will be starting soon!’ Timothy was also buzzing because of the Feasting celebrations about to occur, but he was also nervous. He had just turned 19 and so he was one of the Guests of Honor at the Feast. There were hundreds of guests of honor at tonight’s feast, everyone who had just turned 19 would join him in being celebrated.
“I know you do son, and I just want you to know how proud I am of you” Andy, Timothy’s dad, was standing in front of his home in the virtual world.
“I know you are dad,” Timothey’s avatar looked sheepish and blushed. This was because Timothy, in the non-virtual environment was blushing and the VR suit he was in did a good job communicating those things to the Avatars in the virtual environment. It made being in the simulated world feel very real. It’ll be even real-er in an hour or two, Timothy thought to himself.
Timothy looked up at his dad and said “I can’t wait to see you, so we can all be together again!”
“Me too, son” Andy smiled and took his son’s virtual had. “The uploading isn’t as scary as you think it is and it happens really fast and then you’ll be here with me.”
“Dad!” Timothy rolled his eyes as he spoke. “I know, I know! We’ve been learning about this since 3rd grade! I just wish it were done already!”
“What’s the first thing you want to do?” His dad asked, trying to change the subject.
“I think I want to try a beer! Or maybe fried food!”
“yes!” Timothy’s dad replied, “I’ll make sure we have some on hand for you!”
Timothy smiled and the logged out of the virtual environment and back into the non-simulated world. “Wow, a beer and maybe some French Fries or Onion Rings?” Can you imagine? Since the Wars humans had one big Feast and then the leftovers until the next Feast. They had to grow the vegetables from scratch and prepare the meat. It was very important that they had enough to make it until the next Feasting Day. Timothy had been so busy with preparing for his big day that he had completely forgot to check on when the next Feating Day after today would be. The next group turning 19 would to be that far off.
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Timothy came out and ran into Fred who was also on the way to the dinner. “Hey there Timothy! Are you ready for this?”
“yeah, I ca’t wait” said Timothy “I just got done talking with my dad,” he went on excitedly, “and he says I can have a beer and some fried food when I get there!”
“Wow, that sounds great!” Fred said “I’ve been reading a lot about soda and I asked for Root Beer so we can have a beer together when we get there.” Fred was smiling, and Timothy thought he actually winked at him as he said ‘root beer’. That thought disappeared as they walked into the dinning hall and saw all of the tables and chairs arranged around the large Dias in the center with the seats for the Guests of Honor. He had been coming to the event his entire life, but today it was his turn to be the Guest of Honor! Fred had already made his way up to the seats for the guests of Honor and Timothy joined him there, feeling really nervous now. He had made sure to go to the bathroom earlier and had not eaten beforehand as instructed, but he hoped he did not have any embarrassing accidents on stage. He would never live that down!
A hush had fallen over the room and the Ceremony began. “Ladies and Gentleman, I give you tonight’s Guests of Honor!” boomed a voice over the loudspeaker. The entire room burst into applause. Everyone in the room, most of them under 19 years of age, was smiling and clapping. Then the lights dimmed and people took their seats. Leader Martha came out. Leader Martha was one of the Elders, one of the council of learned people who ran the society. Leader Martha was in her mid-forties.
“Who is ready to be Thankful?” she asked. Everyone raised their hand. “Very good. Yes, very good indeed” she cooed. “As is our custom there will be plenty of activities while we prepare dinner, so please stand and salute our Guests of Honor. Dinner will be served in 8 hours time”
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The crowed burst not applause and the Guests of Honor stood at attention as the Dias they were on was lowered below to the Kill Room. As the Guests were lowered the crowed started happily chatting and talking amongst themselves. “Nervous?” asked Timothy?
“Not really,” replied Fred, “I hear it is really quick”
The Dias for the Guests of Honor had reached the bottom floor and they were lead to their final room. They marched in single file and then things happened very quickly. There was first a blinding light which disoriented them, followed quickly by an electrical zap which rendered them unconscious. As this was happening a mechanical arm swept up the Guests of Honor and slit their throat as they were hung upside down to bleed out. Once this was done a conveyor line took the bodies to the next room where the head was severed from the body and sent for brain scanning. The rest of the body was sent for processing and would be the main course at tonight’s Feast, with bits and pieces reserved for other uses. The chef’s were waiting for the machine to process the meat into useable sections and then they would begin cooking.
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George and Doug came racing back into the dinning hall. “I want leg meat!” shouted Doug.
“And I want a rib!” shouted George.
“Kids, there is enough for everyone so just be patient,” replied Leader Martha as she sliced a hunk of Fred’s body. They had stuffed him with a delicious spiced stuffing and Leader Martha was really looking forward to digging in. This was the way things had been done for Martha’s whole life, and her ancestors before. In the Wars the animals had been destroyed and this was the only way that they could still have meat. Some select few were not eaten but the rest were butchered at 19 and then uploaded to the digital world where they could live out their lives for as long as they wanted. Martha planned to upload once she died of natural causes but for now she also wanted some ribs!
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Timothy opend his eyes and looked around. There was his dad and his older brother smiling at him. “You made it!” shouted Brandon, Timothy’s older brother. “It’s about time! We were waiting all day long!”
‘What happened? All I remember is this bright light and now I am here”
“Me too” said someone to his left. Timothy looked over to see his friend Amanda and a little further down Fred and the rest of the Guests of Honor.
“Wow, so we really made it?” asked Timothy incredulously.
“You sure did!”
Timothy hugged his dad and was surprised to find himself crying.
“I’m so proud of you! Now c’mon, there’ someone I want you to meet!” Andy had put his arm around his oldest son and was smiling from ear-to-ear.
“What do you mean, someone to meet?” asked Timothy as he was drying his eyes, “I already know everyone here from Meatspace.”
“Well, not everyone,” started Brandon, “you see, I have a son and many people here do as well”
Timothy was looking right at Brandon but wasn’t sure he had heard him right.
“A son? How is that possible?”
Andy was smiling again and looking at Brandon “tell him, he can know now”
“What they don’t exactly tell you is that you are allowed to raise two infants in Meatspace but after that they upload them and process the bodies for specialties.”
“What?!? So, I have a nephew? Where is he? I can’t wait to meet him!!”
“Great! Let’s go, we’re late for dinner! They are simulating the exact meal of the Feast, with a couple special additions,” Andy added looking at Timothy before continuing, “and I don’t want to miss out on that stuffing!”
“Me either!” yelled Fred sprinting off towards the house in the distance.