The Revolution – Mutant 750

Pillars of Creation, Eagle Nebula. This week’s media prompt.

The Revolution

As the fires from the supply ship’s engines burned into the night sky, Ollie wondered if they’d seen it. His worst nightmare might soon return.

He set his tea cup down onto the beautiful surface of a birdseye maple table. The temperature was perfect and the patio, cozy. The stillness of the planet’s night soothed him. Of course, owning the only ranch house on the entire planet guaranteed it. He sighed at the stunning Pillars of Creation in the Eagle Nebula. It dominated the night sky and soothed his wounded heart almost as much as Holly.

Holly healed him yet also held that wound open. The android’s hands often felt cool like Holly’s. Its eyes changed colors when it laughed like Holly’s did. It comforted him with her grandmother’s soothing lullaby at night when the nightmares returned. It so perfectly simulated his dead wife that for weeks on end he forgot she died. Murdered by the Holy Stars of Hejovinah Secret Police.

“Sweetie?” called Holly from indoors. “It’s time to sleep.”

Ollie knew he wouldn’t sleep, not with worries burning in his brain. “Honey? Have you started your download?”

“Aargh! You know I hate these mechanically things. Okay, fine!”

Ollie smirked. It was odd to hear a machine with a distaste for machines, but he’d trained her to be like that. It’s what Holly would’ve said. It took six years for it to match Holly’s personality so perfectly. Holly’s ineptitude with machines only matched his brilliance with them. As the most celebrated roboticist in the United Stars of Avalon, he knew more about making robots that appeared human (androids) than anyone else alive. He enjoyed a decade where his imagination roamed free, spurred by unlimited funds for research.

That all changed during The Revolution. The religious backlash to explosive technological, and thereby sociological, change finally reached the boiling point. The government fell within a month. Ollie didn’t bother with such things. Science and his love for Holly occupied his entire being. He didn’t notice the broadcasts from the new government. He never realized anyone might consider a human simulation, an android, blasphemy.

Perhaps the Secret Police never intended to kill Holly, the key to his heart, his one and only love, but their rampage through his labs killed her and five other lab workers. The old Ollie might have been slightly religious before. When the key to his heart died, a burning hatred took its place.

“Come to be bed soon, baby,” said Holly, stroking his hair. “The bed’s cold without you.”

“I will.” He kissed the freckle on her right wrist, just where it ought to be. She tripped on the step heading back in.

Perfect. Ollie smiled. It was deliberate on the part of Holly’s Artificial Intelligence. Only AIs, with the capacity to genuinely love and experience emotion could imitate a human being so perfectly. Unfortunately, recreating human flaws, also meant the super machines made real mistakes. When it stirred the scalding hot tea with its finger, without reacting, it may have given away its nature. Ollie worried that the supply crew noticed. Turning in a neighbor held great rewards for those with no morality in the HSH.


He ceased practicing in the mirror when he heard the engines of an unscheduled ship arriving. “Holly!” he shouted. “Download now!”

Ollie leaped into action. A proscribed portrait of Cardinal Bolton went up on the wall. Required government prayers followed it. Religious kitsch suddenly dotted the household.

The Secret Police entered moments later, their jackboots and long leather coats creaking in the stillness. It didn’t take long for them to find the android Holly hiding beneath the sink. Ollie screamed and cried as the Secret Police murdered her again with an axe. Heartlessly, they chopped her to pieces before his eyes. She wasn’t real, but it tore his soul open to watch her die once more.

They forced him to pray for forgiveness on his knees. Ollie’s well-practiced shrieks and tears convinced them of his penitence. They departed in their ship, mollified…for the moment.

As he watched the police ship’s engine fires disappear into the night, Holly #4 of 124 said, “That was some fine acting.”

Ollie wiped a tear away. At least she got the download. Six years developing her personality wasn’t wasted. “It wasn’t all acting.”

She took his hand. It felt cool and comforting. “Don’t worry, my love,” she said. “My sisters have infiltrated every target. Before long those bastards will be on their knees, begging for forgiveness.”
Author’s Notes:

Eagle Nebula:

This story answers another fabulous writing challenge from the Grammar Ghoul Press. This is written for the Mutant 750 #21, where up to 750 words of flash fiction can written based upon to prompts. The first is a media prompt. This time the media is the famous photo of the Pillars of Creation in the Eagle Nebula, taken by the Hubble Telescope. The word prompt is: Love (as a noun). Look here for more stories based upon the prompts, and don’t forget to vote for your favorites during the weekend!

About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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12 Responses to The Revolution – Mutant 750

  1. Jen says:

    You always pack so much detail into your pieces. I really enjoyed this one!

    Liked by 1 person

    • EagleAye says:

      Thank you! I do wish I could put even more in. The story length puts a limit on that. At least it’s better than limited to 42 words! I’m glad you enjoyed the detail that went in. It’s good to know folks enjoy that. Thanks so much!

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  2. Lyn says:

    I enjoy everything you write Eric, but then you already know that. But I really love your longer pieces — especially if it’s science fiction.
    Oh, and just as an aside, I read this and then listened to it with Natural Reader. LOL “Hazel” read HSH as His Serene Highness 😀

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    • EagleAye says:

      You don’t know how much I love to hear that. I prefer the longer pieces, and I prefer Science Fiction. I enjoy all the genres I write in, but Scifi is where my roots grow. I like to think I was raised by Twilight Zone, The Prisoner, The Outer Limits, and Ray Bradbury. All creators of mind-bending stories. It all shaped my personality, I believe. Of course, I sought them out, so perhaps my psyche already rested in the nether limits of the mind. It’s good to know there are readers out there that live in the same places as me, though they may live half a world away.

      I think it’s funny how Hazel interpreted HSH. I wonder if I shouldn’t play with acronyms more just to see what she’ll do with it. Thanks so much, Lyn!

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  3. Suzanne says:

    Wow. I love everything about this. Great world-building, great characters, and a great ending! Nicely done, sir. 🙂

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  5. Indira says:

    You make Sci-Fi so interesting. I loved everything.

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