“He'll sing like a canary.”
Tweety Bird* #quote
Planning on going to the costuming club tomorrow. It should be a
barrel of fun as usual. Hopefully we'll get a good deal of work done
on those props for the university event. It's nice to do something
fun with at least moderate importance. (And since the props are
coming out so well, maybe they'll really add to the experience. They
are both props and costumes for photo ops which will be fun. We're
making the characters for people to take pictures with. I suppose
imagine Disneyland without Mickey runnin' around. Would be a sad day
around the park eh?) Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Man Faster Than Light
The fastest thing is supposed to be light. Nah. I am. Speedman. Not
a very good name for a hero...but when I was starting out I wasn't
very clever. I've been running to stop crimes and am a professional
athlete all I have to do is just slow down, hilariously it is a great
secret identity. No one would think to look in the most obvious of
places. Also as an athlete I talk about how much I hate “Speedman”
and other superheroes for having some sort of lucky circumstance
being a shortcut. My origin story has me being exposed to an alien
artifact that fell in my backyard.
I found out that I could out speed light mostly by accident. One
day when training in-costume I decided I would just keep running as
fast as I could. Not thinking at all about my limitations until my
body told me I couldn't take any more. Now, in order to handle my
speed my body held incredible endurance and strange properties. Ones
I learned when I found myself in space.
I couldn't quite figure out what I ran on. I didn't want to slow
down because I didn't know what would happen if I stopped. Did going
fast keep me alive? Like science fiction movies new and old the stars
and planets became lines flying by me and I could no longer see them
in detail. Then my eyes could only see flashes of light. I closed
them to protect them from the crazy rave of colors.
The alien artifact allowed my body to accelerate...did I even need
to run? Was running only something my body did because it thought it
had to. When the notion passed my mind I went limp yet still kept
moving forward. What did the artifact do to me?
The image of Albert Einstein crossed my mind. Didn't him and a
couple of other scientists say nothing could travel faster than
light. The speed of light: The universe's speed limit. If my brain
worked on electricity and chemicals than it shouldn't be able to move
fast enough to keep up with my moving body and allow me to even think
these thoughts. Yet somehow the alien artifact allowed me to break
the speed limit. This law of the universe had no meaning to me.
Or did it? It didn't cross my mind until this point. But breaking a
law has consequences. You're punished. There must have been something
that happened to allow me to travel faster than light. I tried to
slow down. Take a break to think about it. But I couldn't. I could no
longer stop. I kept going and going. I figured out my punishment for
being a lawbreaker. To break the laws of the universe you can no
longer be a natural part of it.
It may take millennium for scientists to even discover what kind of
thing I had become.
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