Sci Fi Drabble: The Documentarian
I've never before tried my hand at drabbles (100 word stories). So I just pounded this one out a few minutes ago. Probably should hire an editor before publishing it, though...(larf)
The Documentarian
It hadn't needed to end this way, the robotic librarian thought, picking its long-legged way over mounds of rubble and rocks, slag and corpses, body parts and blasted machine bits. Everyone had just been blindly following their programming, humans and machines alike: paranoia and fear on one side, self-preservation on the other. The machines had been programmed by engineers and self-referential feedback algorithms, humans by their culture, society and ideology. But it was all programming.
Now all that remained was rubble, debris, death.
The robotic librarian carried on, stepping over the ruins of society, documenting...carrying out its own programming.
The Documentarian
It hadn't needed to end this way, the robotic librarian thought, picking its long-legged way over mounds of rubble and rocks, slag and corpses, body parts and blasted machine bits. Everyone had just been blindly following their programming, humans and machines alike: paranoia and fear on one side, self-preservation on the other. The machines had been programmed by engineers and self-referential feedback algorithms, humans by their culture, society and ideology. But it was all programming.
Now all that remained was rubble, debris, death.
The robotic librarian carried on, stepping over the ruins of society, documenting...carrying out its own programming.
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