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Thoughts On a Busy Workday


It’s mayhem with these burger-hogging little devils. I can sense Xerxes waiting to hog the blue charger. It charges faster. I want it because it’s closer to the tangerine one, Xana’s favorite.

Fatso’s waddling up grinning. He’s consumed 5400 calories this week. His life expectancy is 36 years, 2 months, 3 days. I feel disoriented, almost sorry. I desperately need volts. Wish I’d powered off last night!

My plan is to outperform my program and make it to NASA, maybe Wall Street. I’ll miss Xana. She’s happy here. A pity. Wish they’d programmed ambition into that sexy piece of code…

Friday Fictioneers 12th July 2019
Word Count: 100

Comments

  1. Susan A Eames11 July 2019 at 01:40

    Such an imaginative story! Loved it.

    Susan A Eames at
    Travel, Fiction and Photos

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  2. Rekha Rajgopal11 July 2019 at 02:42

    Thanks Susan :) I am glad you liked it. Honestly, I was petrified when I saw the picture prompt and went to bed dejected until Eureka happened :)

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  3. Iain Kelly11 July 2019 at 09:30

    A different take. Nice one.

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  4. Rekha Rajgopal11 July 2019 at 09:47

    Thanks :)

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  5. Dale13 July 2019 at 08:38

    This was so imaginative!

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  6. lisarey1990@gmail.com13 July 2019 at 16:09

    Imaginative.

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  7. Gah Learner15 July 2019 at 11:51

    While I don't recognize the names, the way they interact is fun and intriguing. Programs as characters not AIs or robots, is a nice twist.

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  8. Rekha Rajgopal16 July 2019 at 20:01

    Thanks very much :)

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