Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. A story about two very different men begins after the photo.
Genre: Science Fiction/Humor
The Scientist And The Investor
Waxman entered the high-energy lab and stared in amazement as bolts of energy shot back and forth. He grinned. The raw power left him feeling justified at the enormous expenditure the lab represented. “This is incredible, doctor,” said Waxman. He unbuttoned his $100,000 Alexander Amosu suit. “You’ve made fantastic progress here.”
“What? Oh that.” Doctor Tupleyev snatched away the plasma ball. “I keep that around to impress children.”
Waxman cleared his throat. “I knew that.”
“The real work is in here.” He led Waxman through a doorway. In the next cavernous room, the doctor gestured to a hexagonal chamber 50 yards across. Clear panels were buttressed by powerful girders. Tupleyev absently pushed aside the technician working the control panel before the chamber. He brought up a color-coded display of about 60 color-coded buttons. “I’ve categorized the alternate dimensions by a variety of parameters. Here, they’re organized by the efficacy and size of the fauna.”
“Good. I like efficiency.”
“Efficacy.” He pressed a blue button and the air inside the chamber shimmered. A grassy plain appeared inside the chamber. “Periwinkle blue for minimal fauna presence.”
“Incredible!” cheered Waxman. “I love baby deers!”
Tupleyev sighed. “There are many shades of color, indicating severity: Cobalt Blue, Hunter’s Green…”
“Fire Engine Red,” said Waxman, grinning like a child.
“As usual, red means stop,” admonished Tupleyev.
“In my red Lamborghini, it means go very fast.” He pressed the red button and a dense jungle appeared in the chamber.
“This too!” Waxman hit the large red button labeled, “Danger: Magnetic Shield Disable,” and he entered the jungle. Within moments, massive crocodilian jaws clamped down on him. He screamed as he was carried off into the distance.
“This is awful!” shrieked the technician.
“A travesty!” agreed Tupleyev.
“What do we do?”
Tupleyev looked at the tech as though at a child. “Recalibrate the proximity detectors, of course. I’m shocked the alarms failed to sound.”
Anyone can join in on the weekly installments of Sunday Photo Fiction. 100-200 words may be written, prompted by one of Alastair Forbes’ original photos. Here’s this week’s prompt: http://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2013/12/08/sunday-photo-fiction-december-8th-2013/