“What's a girl
like you doing in a place like this?”
The
Terminator* #quote
For the sake of
trying to figure out when I can go to social events without being
contagious I used the magic of the Internet and the majority of sites
say that it's 5-7 days after the illness has subsided. I think I'm
pretty much at the tail end of it so I think in that period I'll be
fine to go out and not spread this. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Cyberspace Carnival
Children and adults alike
went into cyberspace alike to witness the carnival coming into their
servers. School work and house work could wait, every Saturday was
reserved for the carnival, and very few families thought otherwise.
With smiles of excitement on their faces families zipped up their
virtual suits and jumped into the reality next door.
Rainbows of fireworks filled
the skies of cyberspace and during the carnival they programmed the
grass to sway like rippling water hit with a rain of pebbles. The
people moved about in this cyberspace enjoying the warm spring
atmosphere the holders of the carnival programmed in for them.
Clowns
doing the impossible flew through the air. In cyberspace, the
performers had no limitations, so feats of danger didn't impress the
audience quite as much as the clowns making stones turn into clouds
and then dance among them. One of the clowns, creatively named
Bozo2373.exe had been programmed with just enough of a simulation of
emotion to be able to smile at the audience as his act came along.
His routine involved him dancing along with seven other clowns in
equally colorful outfits, he smiled at the audience, he knew joy
while he danced so he could smile at any members of the audience that
were looking at him. His happiness ended as his act did and he
vanished into the clown car. In the clown car he was stuffed into a
zip file until the next carnival to be decompressed and let out to
entertain the masses again.
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