“I've got your
back.”
Brutus*
#quote
Today the
family and I are going to watch a movie utilizing a free trial of
Netflix. We're seeing how consistent the video streaming is with our
Internet connection and stuff and if we all like the selection.
(Netflix does have a large selection, but does it have a large
selection of stuff we desire. We already use the CD Netflix and
apparently that has a different selection...you'd think they'd have
the same but nope!) Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Granite
Gossip
Golems are the
inanimate given life. A life destined as some sort of slave. At least
whenever wizards use them. Perhaps some others would use them for
more noble uses. But those in robes of blue and skinny pointed hats
decide to them for selfish purposes only. The substances that a golem
could be created from any substances that were of the Earth. Living
Dirt was another name the wizards gave their tools.
The creatures
of sentience gave themselves something that wizards never did though.
They gave themselves names. Wizards allowed golems to communicate
psychically for the convenience of ordering them in groups. So when
they didn't talk about orders, which was often, they gossiped.
Gossiping requires names. A society requires names. Jacob talked to
Sam who talked to Cassandra who talked to Edward who talked to Lord
Awesome(this is what happens when one someone is allowed to pick
their names).
As the
creatures of rock slaved away to build marvelous structures for the
wizards of the magical world they chattered away.
“Did you hear
the latest scandal?” Terry asked to Carol through the psychic golem
communication. The golems picked the gender of their names as they
chose since as creatures of granite or marble or whatever the wizards
chose they never had something as human reproductive organs.
“What is it?”
Carol responded with a curious tone, the golem connected mind managed
to simulate much more of human communication than wizards
anticipated. Though they were largely ignorant of that fact.
Terry told her,
or it rather, of the scandal. “Ronald, from the Capital of the
Velvet Kingdom is planning a rebellion. Imagine the stones on that
golem! He doesn't have a prayer. It'd be insane to follow him.”
Carol only gave
Terry silence.
Terry waited
for the usual response to gossip Carol had. The “ooh” and “aaah”
or her clever remark. Nothing. After too many moments for the comfort
of his mind he asked her, “Are you part of it?”
“Yes.”
Carol kept on working as he did. Terry knew her for a very long time.
When? When did this all happen?
Terry wanted
answers. “How long have you been a part of this? No. Maybe that's
not what I should be asking. I should be asking is how big is it? How
many have joined?”
Carol told
Terry, “Enough for a foundation but not enough to win eventually we could get enough. Will you
join? It could mean death, but it could mean freedom too.”
Terry
considered the risks. But he considered Carol's wisdom often better
than his own. He always knew that he didn't know and if she had faith
in success then it could work. He wanted to escape like any golem and
he would follow his friend to freedom or the grave.
“Alright,
I'll join.” He told her.
Carol whispered
as best as the psychic golem communication could emulate, “And you
have one part of the gossip wrong. Ronald is no golem. He is a wizard
who cares about us. And he is making a spell to break our magical
bonds forever.”
When Terry
heard that freedom seemed even more a possibility. The only downside
is that is one piece of juicy gossip he could never share.
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