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Flash Fiction: Future Art

This was boring.

I should have expected this when I signed up for the ‘Art of the Future’ fair. However, my then alcohol fuelled brain had failed to consider how boring the endeavour could be. The art structure in front of me was titled ‘Fuel of the Future’. The artist was proudly presenting it as his vision of a post ten year future: Flying cars which recharged with giant plugs. I shrugged as I clicked my chronometer and travelled twenty years into the future, where I hailed from.

I tsked as I saw the streets still crowded by cars…

Word Count: 99

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers 12th July 2019

The Future Man

He was the next step in evolution.

Designed by the smartest minds in the world, he was the prototype for the new human. Flesh was married to machine, and The Future Man was born. Created to be perfect in every way, all human shortfalls were covered up by the machine part. The cybernetic enhancements made him stronger, smarter, faster, in short better than his fellow men. A.D.A.M. was perfection incarnate.

Or so he was supposed to be. In some time, his human personality began overpowering his logical machine side. Narcissism set in, giving rise to a superiority complex. Unchecked, it gradually grew into a hatred for the weak human race. A.D.A.M. had to be put down. The programme was shelved. The scientists had been drastically wrong at their calculations.

Humans were not ready to evolve…

Word Count: 135

Prompt:

May Speculative Fiction #Writingprompt