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Rated: E · Short Story · Fantasy · #2324084
Sci-Fi Flash Fiction - Quinn, an AI med-bot, works to find a cure for the dying horses.
Quinn had just begun to feed the corpse’s data back into her med-bot when the metal gates of Urail Headquarters exploded, scattering remnant flashes of bright blue plasma all across the console window. Strangely enough, when the glass melted down red hot and enemy troops flooded in, all she could think about were her horse animatronics outside and that one roller coaster in the junkyard back home.
She sighed as a blue bullet struck her chest, dissolving her vibrating core to metallic death, and her consciousness was loaded back into the city storage.
“Not again, Quinton! It’s the 5th time this Hour!”, Captain Hilde screamed in frustration.
It was as if the entire universe was working against him. He felt his subordinate stiffen nervously on his sudden outburst before scrambling back to his station.
700 seconds from the Beginning Galactic Hour, and Quinn was loaded again, this time, determined to find a cure.
She drained the horse’s yellow fluid into vials and began her tests with swift hands, trying to make up for all the wasted data. She thanked the new update for her accurate movements as her titanium hands worked gentle yet firm.
A hundred and four Venus Cycles, seventeen horse animatronics, and 2 broken cores later, Quinn trembled as she saw the liquid glow hints of pink under her micro-vision eye.
“It works?”, Hilde's gruff voice called out from the command unit.
“It works…”, was all she could manage as her biological eye welled up with hot tears.
At last, she could die in peace.
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