“Nobody respects my privacy.”
The Loch Ness Monster* #quote
Went to a
dinner for my grandmother's birthday today. Lot's of fun was had and
it was most joyous! Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Gear
Festival
The stereos all
around the festival played music from the eras of our kind and the
eras of the fleshed ones. Booths selling various traditional festival
knickknacks scattered themselves through the massive park. From the
trees, plants, statues and whatever else hung gears from strings.
Every year for the gear festival children would hang the gears from
strings like this to show how thankful we were for all the gears
inside of us. They would also gather them up to be used next year
after festival day and learn how to clean and prevent them from
rusting. An educational school project. Schools around the country
would do this. I wondered if other countries did similar things for
their festivals.
“I know a
good view for the fireworks,” I told my girlfriend. I grabbed her
arm. My steel fingers wrapped around hers and my sensors could feel
the wonderful, relaxing cold between us. I led her to a calm place
next to the lake in the park and under a massive tree. Thousands of
gears hung from tree's branches and where I had us sit the full moon
could be seen among the sea of stars beyond the sea of hanging gears.
When her eyes
met mine, and all the thousands of cameras inside of them lined up, I
could feel our computations synching up. “This is a wonderful
view.” She told me.
I then replied,
“There was something besides the fireworks I wanted you to see.”
From my pocket I pulled out a titanium gear. “Will you take this
gear and me with it?” If she said yes, she agreed to have that gear
placed within her body, to be a part of her, and we would marry.
“Yes,” She
said and hugged me.
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