“1.
A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a
human being to come to harm. 2. A robot must obey the orders
given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict
with the First Law. 3. A robot must protect its own existence as
long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second
Laws.”
HAL 9000* #quote
Today I got a
cool card and present from my Grandpa and Grandma Nolan in the mail.
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Knights
And Their Battle
Elves. Long
living beings of power and pride. Knights. Also beings of pride of
power. An elvish knight was often the most prideful and powerful of
them all. Place two against each other with blades enchanted to never
wear and something both ugly and beautiful can take place.
Violence always
carries an ugliness to it, but a beauty formed as the two elvish
knights clashed their blades in a skillful dance of devotion to their
craft with rattles of steel making a song. They fought over a war
long since ended a hundred years ago and thought of negotiation never
crossed their mind. They drew from the magic in their elvish body to
keep fighting and fighting without pause.
Rain soaked
their armor on some days and without magic to protect it like it did
their blades it would have rusted off. But like moving monuments they
stayed in the forest as seasons passed.
The battle
stopped on one occasion. Hesitation occurred during a single moment.
A wandering little girl passed through the clearing that the elves
battled in. She gave them both happy looks like they were any of the
merchants or other people she saw in town and continued on her way.
After the girl passed the elves went back to battle and continued
until their bodies dropped from the lack of the magic in their bodies
able to replace food and water. When their corpses decayed their
equipment was united by a single tree growing and pulling it all
together with its large, growing roots.
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