Last December I found myself driven to try writing some fiction for the first time in years. I also rejoined the SFF Chronicles forum, and found they were running a writing challenge of unusual brevity: just 75 words! This was my entry. I had a clear concept, but found it challenging to convey it in so few words. I was very impressed with what other contributors achieved.
‘Thus technology permits life eternal,’ the mogul concluded, audience rapt.
Wealthy volunteers stepped forward. The success rate was acceptable. Bodies were discarded, brains stored, minds uploaded. Business boomed. Stock prices climbed as a turbulent climate declined.
Others were at the gates. Their complaints, manifold. Their exclusion. Civilization contracting. Children without hope. Whatever drove them, they were legion.
Walls crumbled. Security absconded. Technological heaven fell. The mogul’s own body was discarded, more crudely than his designs.
