“You know, not
everything revolves around you.”
Galileo*
#quote
Going to my
game club today. That'll be fun. Also will be hanging with Jessica
during the weekend. Overall fun will be had all around. Anyway onto
the flash fiction!
Through The
Eyes Of Vermin
Whiskers the
rat, like all rats, possessed very blurry vision. He was used to the
world appearing like a wet painting however. From a few feet away his
fellow rats started to look just the same as stones. Grass makes the
most image to Whiskers, since his eyes have only have two cones, one
for seeing shades of green, and the other for blue ultraviolet. Red
becomes a strange dark shade.
Normally colors
are not the greatest concern for a rat like Whiskers. But he does not
live in the darkness like most rats do. The grass and stones he grows
familiar with are part of a miniature park scientists have given him.
Flowers that he can appreciate the scent, but not colors of, fill it.
“Now
Whiskers, it's time for another game.” Sound came clearly to the
rat so he heard the scientist's voice clearly. And he felt the hand
of the scientist taking him out of the park, in his family's large
cage. Another day, another set of games. His family had a large cage,
with tunnels and the park, much more luxurious than the typical rat
cage. But when scientists are breeding intelligence, they want it
healthy and stimulated.
And so Whiskers
would play one of the games designed by the scientist and his
colleagues. He could smell the cheese already.
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