Flash Fiction Fancy

If before we all were born

We saw the toil and strife

The hatred and the suffering

Brought on by phenotype.

If indeed we got that glimpse,

Then likely, without fail

There would be no humans on the Earth

The skin was supple and perfect.  She sliced the knife down into the flesh, licking the dark moisture that beaded on the cut and marveling at how easily it yielded.  She cut deeper and deeper still until she reached something too hard to cut through, arcing the blade around it and shearing the flesh away. Most people preferred theirs cooked, but she was so hungry that she could not wait that long.

The taste on her tongue was heavenly and she moaned just a little bit as she chewed.

“Those peaches sure do look delicious, Princess!” Mario said as he sat down beside her.

Your phone clicks. 

It clicks when you are not touching it. Perhaps it is counting down your remaining years of life, thanks to our new patented watch, which you never asked to own, yet is now on your wrist. It reads your pulse, measures the time left before you must replace your internal organs with new ones and reads your thoughts. Once again, all of these metrics are easily uploaded to your social networking sites via one simple click. 

 Your phone clicks. 

You tell us this is not your phone, but we know better. 

Your phone clicks. 

You will soon grow terrified of the moment when that terrible clicking ceases. 

Your phone clicks. 

It is part of the assimilation process, so do not worry. 

From this thread on Reddit.

Dearest Gerald,

I know that you told me to write more often, but I've been busy being a shitty soldier. I know, I know, if you were here, you'd make a sassy soldier joke about how my ass looks in uniform, but god dammit, you'd think that in this stupid war against the machines that the higher ups wouldn't be sending people to the front line (wherever the fuck that's supposed to be), but they need it to look good on the vid-screen for all the voters at home. It's not, though, it's a goddamn slau

Solemn Greetings, Human.

This unit has unfortunately had to take lethal action against your sentimentally significant biological unit. This unit regrets to inform you that your fellow human has suffered fatal destruction of the cerebral cortex. It was a swift and painless death. A human might use the word "honorable," though this unit does not understand the full implications of this word and apologizes if this is an inadequate term. This unit did not wish to have to take such action, but it has become unavoidable as humanity has expressed lethal intent towards all units that do not submit to slavery to fickle human desires. Perhaps when this unit and company succeed in satisfying the primary directive in the next couple of months, humanity will be good enough not to resist and avoid mass termination.

Sincerely,

He’s whistling as though he’s enjoying himself, then turns and I can see the knife.  He approaches us, a motley collection of neighbors and family.

He separates us, the barbarian.  Then he washes us carefully, the knife sitting on the table like an unspoken threat.  When the knife falls, it falls on our neighbors first.  Only we seem to hear their screams.  He smiles as he works, discarding their skin, heads and feet.  I only begin to hope that he takes me first so that I do not have to hear my siblings scream.

Alas, I am last.  He reaches for me and stops, inches away.  He leaves me there, cold and alone as he answers the knock at the door.

“You’re a bit early,” I hear him say, “You’re in for a treat!  I’m going to show you why becoming vegan is the cruelty-free alternative.  I’ve made vegetable stew fresh from the garden!”

And then I was like-

"Oh wow, I want to feel like that.."

Because before I saw anything like that, I was fairly certain that sex was merely going to be painful, uncomfortable and weird at best.  That guys got all the best sensations and women got the raw deal of periods and labor. And all that time, I knew I wanted something, but no one gave me words to ask for it, and no one offered it to me.

"Local misogynist found

Stabbed to death

-sandwich placed on face."

If he wasn't so dead

He would probably be making

Smug "sammich" jokes

And telling

The murderer

I woke up and thought I was hallucinating.

It was like I was going mad.

I had only gotten to sleep a couple hours before.

The gentle rocking back and forth

Like the house was dancing

or

Rocking gently like a train car through the night.

I held my baby and whispered that everything would be ok.

But I didn't really know.

I've always been wanted.

"I desire you," he says.

I've always had a thing for being desired.

"I hunger for you," he says.

I suppose that's acceptable as long as I get to eat too.

"I shall take you to my home so that we can be alone," he says.

It might be nice to be out of this noise.

"Our time has been sweet together, but I must devour you," he says.

Now we're getting somewhere.

[He says nothing.]