The Dealer

Photo by: Grant-Sud

Maurice sat on the lonely rocks of Arizona, waiting. He was a drug dealer, but he reminded himself he did good for humanity. Because of Maurice we had supersonic flight, transistors, computers, cell phones…and internet. Humanity would soon have unlimited fusion power. His buyers developed it slowly per his demand, insuring the designs appeared like “intuitive leaps.”

A starship landed behind him, right on schedule, and two aliens emerged. They approached, wings fluttering, tentacles ungulating. “You got the stuff?” growled Ghrrut.

Maurice held up a thumb drive. “Good for three hours.”

“Yeah, yeah, gimme it!” wailed Drruri. He sweated already, not from the Arizona heat, but from his intense addiction.

“Hang on,” said Maurice. “You brought the gravitic drive?”

Ghrrut patted the complex device. “You’ll make it to Mars in days rather than months.”

They made the exchange. Drurri couldn’t wait. He plugged the drive into his computer and began slobbering.

Maurice walked away. He didn’t understand the aliens’ addiction, but if they liked cute cat videos, so be it.
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Written for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers. https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/01/02/fffaw-challenge-week-of-january-3-2017/