The Bet

Photo by: Al Forbes

The guards led former Prime Minister Gallaway through Traiter’s Gate. Senator Broughton looked smug as he walked beside him, pleased with his victory. “What’s in it for you?” said Gallaway.

“You think I’ll actually reveal my plans?” snorted Broughton.

The two entered the gate and it clanged behind them. “True. I could still mousetrap you, and make a dollar out of it.”

“Ha!” scoffed Broughton. “Your Technology Party doesn’t own all the high-tech. Your party’s snooping nano-flys are all disabled. These guards are hand-picked loyalists. You’ve got nothing!”

“So it’s true. The Ptolemy Federation does own you.”

“Of course. My populist ideals appealed to common-folk’s paranoia enough to establish my power base. The Ptolemy Federation will soon employ our computer codes which I leaked to them. I’ll blame it all on your Technology Party, of course. In a few weeks their hackers will take over our systems and we’ll be ripe for invasion.”

“You’re the real traitor here!”

“So?” smirked Broughton. “My proper title will be Planetary Governor.”

“Excellent,” grinned Gallaway.

“Eh?”

“I told you I could mousetrap you.”

Broughton’s smirk fell. “But we swept for bugs! Your nanos are destroyed!”

“Oh yes, you did get them. But you just walked into Traitor’s Gate with one…” The bodies of Gallaway and the “loyal guards” began to break apart. They collapsed into clouds of nano-dust drifting in the breeze.

As Senator Broughton howled in the dungeons beyond Traitor’s Gate, the real Prime Minister Gallaway stood in a control room watching the scene beside Foreign Minister Gloucester.

“Told you I’d get him to walk through Traitor’s Gate,” said Gallaway.

Gloucester shook his head. “He did it with a smile too!”

“A bet’s a bet,” reminded Gallaway.

Wordlessly, Gloucester handed him a measly, piddling, dollar bill.
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Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/05/21/sunday-photo-fiction-may-21st-2017/

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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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20 Responses to The Bet

  1. Well done. Very sneaky in new world technology!

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  2. Ah, like the infamous wager in Trading Places!

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  3. Joy Pixley says:

    He who controls the nanos – and has a devious mind – is not someone to bet against, methinks.

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  4. James says:

    Seems like it could be referencing a certain American President.

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  5. Aha! Caught by the old Grey Goo gambit! 🙂

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  6. Lyn says:

    Aaah! You gotta love technology. Those Nanobots must have been pretty sophisticated though, not to be able to see any sign that it really wasn’t Gallaway. Well done as always, Eric.
    P/S How is friend Chummy doing?

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  7. Ha, ha. That would have been a sight. Good writing, Eric. 🙂 — Suzanne

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  8. Jade M. Wong says:

    Whoa, love that sci-fi twist! Well-written story as always 🙂

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  9. Like J Hardy above, I immediately thought of Trading Places. That and Dr Who when he was “killed” by River Song. The technology must have really bugged him.

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