Digital Longings [Short Story]

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Wow, I feel like such a lazy ass-hat for being so long away from my blog. The saddest part is that I open my dashboard almost every day, I open a new post and then… nothing, just blank until I discard and move on to something else, always thinking I’ll get back to it soon.

But, no more wasting my time, to start something (or even restart), you just gotta start and hope for the best and if that doesn’t happen, just try and power through and you’ll get to some good somewhere on the way.

So here’s my first short story on here in a bit, it’s an old idea ever-so-slightly tweaked and written out as a short burst of fictional entertainment – this is especially for all my fellow Sci-Fi loving folks out there but I’d wager anyone who likes a nice little yarn and an interesting idea might like it. If you do (or don’t) and want to leave me a thought, I’d appreciate it so do so freely in the comments.

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Today, Garret was going to get the girl he’d been dreaming about for the last year.
As he lay back, closed his eyes and plugged himself into the pan-global Unterweb and felt the tell-tale electoric tingle of his WiFi-NeuroPort, he kept repeating that thought to himself, over and over.
The electrons moved down his spine; his sensation centers activated, honing on her touch, enhancing her taste, actualizing her scent, recreating her voice, and cycling her perfect image through his brain like an old, broken projector reel flapping repetitively against the backs of his rapidly fluttering eyes.
He held her face in his hands and longingly looked into her endless ruby-red eyes flecked with shards of blue, aching to be with her – but he had work to do if that were ever to happen and so he blinked digi-blinked and when his eyes had reloaded, he was on the precipice of the digital firewall it had taken weeks to get above.
The security-bots were already circling, seeking out the anomaly, waiting to push him back and track him down. And he knew he had but moments to reach in and snag the hardware blueprints so he could finally get started on her. The real her. The woman of his dreams.
With a series of deft finger movements he raised a chameleon program over his digital skin and with his exit beacon and tether already secure near his feet, he launched himself into the void between the firewall and the torrential flow of data that was his entry point into the domain of the Cruisologists, the insane sect that had taken her from him, taken her, just because they could.


Till next time folks, I’ll see you around and it being that time of year, here’s wishing you all a Happy Diwali/Deepavali to one and all – may the light of happiness, luck and good fortune shine into your homes.

Cheers!


 

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. thought full synopsis

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