Story Time, Volume 8
This week's @DailyMicroFiction stories, plus a bonus story at the end.
If you listen closely, you can hear it. The thrum of the wind through distant canopies. The rumble of a waterfall. A lilting chorus of birdsong, with an insectile counterpoint.
The forest has a song, if you listen closely.
22nd century Ecstasy. Pay a nickel — 5 seconds of bliss.
But for just a few extra bucks, your trip will last until the end of time; delirious euphoria, whether you want it or not.
His search led him deep into Catechism City's catacombs. Light hadn't penetrated here in thousands of years, but that didn't bother its nocturnal denizens.
In the end, he didn't find what he was looking for.
It found him.
"This is Bessie, she gets milked every morning at 5AM," the farmer said.
"Computes," the robot replied.
"And this is Wilbur, he gets fed once a day."
"When does Wilbur get milked?"
"What? Wilbur's a pig. Pigs don't get milked, only eaten."
"Computes," the robot said.
"And this is Old Yeller. He don't need anythin', he just lays around."
"When does Old Yeller get milked?"
"Old Yeller's a dog, he don't get milked."
"And when is he eaten?"
"...you know, I'm not sure this robot farmhand thing is gonna work out."
"Computes."