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Creator’s Block

“They say you have to push on through.”

“Who says that?”

“You know. Whoever it is that says  all those things.”

“Well screw them. I’m done.”

“You can’t just be done. Too many people are counting on you.”

“Pff. I’m sure.”

“They are! Millions wait with baited breath to see what you will Create next.”

“Well I doubt they’ll like it very much. I’m thinking of eating Aunt Millie’s bran muffins. And we all know where that leads.”

“Ok, gross. Seriously, let’s get going here. What do you see on the horizon for Vez Alman?”

“The beach.”

“Alright! What about the beach?”

“Dunno. Just gonna play it like I see it.”

“Will this be an island? A new coast? Or just a sandy area on an existing coast?”

“None of the above. I’m going to…get this… go to an already existent beach, and then…wait for it…lay down!”

“Uh huh. Vez, come on, now. You can’t be remotely serious. You’ve been the galaxy’s top Creator for decades now. You can’t just stop because of one little mishap.”

“I’d hardly call an entire planet destroyed ‘a little mishap.’ People died. Lots of them. More than I could ever Create.”

“But the volcano was a complete success! In fact, I think it was the most successful super-volcano in history.”

“Spare me, Lars. I’m not Creating anything else. I’m done. Let someone else pick up the craft. I don’t want it anymore.”

“Well, let’s see. The possibility of that happening is…carry the three…NONE! Now quit messing around, dust yourself off, and Create something already!”

“Dust myself off?”

“Ok, you messed up. But people still love you.”

“Dust myself off…”

“Alright, now. I saw a request the other day for a new lake in Arbenis. It’s so dry there, you know. Folks could really use a nice lake.”

“Lakes are a little small time for the great Vez Alman. I’m thinking of really dusting myself off.”

“Ummm, what is that?”

“What? Oh, just a little storm cloud. Nothing to worry about.”

“Don’t you need to make the hole for the lake before you fill it with water?”

“You telling me how to Create?”

“And…shouldn’t we be in Arbenis before…Vez? Hold on now…”

“More wind, I think.”

“Alright. I get it. I’ll try back later…maybe next week. Or next month.”

“What? This is what you wanted, isn’t it? This will be the greatest storm Symanth has ever seen!”

“In your living room? I’m going. Goodbye.”

“I don’t think so. I think you’d like to see this Creation.”

“Hey! How are you…? Release me!”

“What was it you said? People still love me?”

“Come on now. You can bounce back. You can beat this. Please, just don’t…please Vez…don’t…”

“We’ll see if they still love me tomorrow.”

Self critique: it’s not bad. It’s not great. But not bad. But not great. (Anyone remember that Kmart commercial?)

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So the prompt is: write a story with 2 characters and dialogue only. Here’s mine:

Accepted

By Miranda Mann

“Helen.”

“Error.”

“Renee.”

“Denied.”

“Ruth.”

“Accepted. Please continue.”

“Lily.”

“No.”

“Alsie.”

“Another error.”

“Delara.”

“Accepted. Please continue.”

“Really? Why would it accept Delara but reject Lily?”

“I’m sure I don’t know.”

“But I don’t like Delara.”

“Then you really shouldn’t have said it. Please continue. Boys next.”

“Do you think…do you think I could see them?”

“I hardly see a point in that.”

“Curiosity, I guess.”

“There’s not much to see. We’re on this stack, fifth petri dish down.”

“How many cells are they?”

“Each is only 128 cells. We insert the identification DNA now so it will replicate throughout the body. This way no one can impersonate a Free Person.”

“Right.”

“Please continue.”

“Derek.”

“Denied.”

“Gavin.”

“No.”

“Sean.”

“Accepted. Please continue.”

“I don’t know why I even need to be here. Can’t the algorithm just pick a name for me? It rejects all the names I like anyway.”

“Pick for you? What kind of mother’s touch would that be? Besides, it violates your rights.”

“Does it? Then why can’t I have any name I like?”

“That really isn’t up to me. I think it has to do with other blastulas being named at the same time. Please continue.”

“Rishab.”

“Accepted. Please continue.”

“Hmmm. Rishab. I assumed it would reject that one. I need to be more careful.”

“As I said before.”

“I sometimes feel like this isn’t…natural.”

“That’s an acceptable feeling. But we can’t have the algorithm choosing for you. Please continue.”

“No, I mean this whole thing. I heard women used to grow one child at a time. I heard it was magical.”

“False. Women were once constrained to producing between one and eight offspring at a time, but it was never magical. The children often died, and the mother as well. Why run such a risk for a minimal payoff?”

“But I heard you could feel the baby moving. Inside you.”

“Much like a parasite. I guess there truly is a difference between Breeders and the rest of us. Now please continue.”

“Aston.”

“Accepted. Please continue.”

“Hmph. First try that time.”

“Please continue.”

“Josh.”

“Negative.”

“Sam.”

“Wrong.”

“Samuel.”

“Accepted. Please continue.”

“What about hair, eye and skin color? Do I get to choose those?”

“That is for the parents to decide. Don’t get greedy. Naming is within your rights. Please continue.”

“I heard that women used to be beautiful when they were growing their babies. That they used to glow.

“Like radio-active waste? Women used to gain between ten and seventy pounds for only one offspring! They used to throw up and bleed and spend months in pain. You are lucky things aren’t that way anymore. And then you would have to find a way to take care of the thing yourself, which we all know is impossible for someone like you. Now will you please focus? And continue.”   

“Nathan.”

“Error.”

“Naman.”

“No.”

“Navan.”

“Denied. Stop making things up.”

“Naban.”

“Accepted. Hmmm.”

“Please continue?”

“Yes.”

“Could I ever hold them?”

What?

“When they come out of the final jars. Could I ever hold them? Just a little?”

“That is quite enough. Talking about glowing and growing them yourself is one thing. But the Free People aren’t going to stand for a Breeder holding their children. Now, I’m a tolerant woman, and you are lucky. But I suggest you never let anyone hear you talk like that again. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Now please continue.”

“Henry.”

“Accepted. That’s a good one.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

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