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What I thought was perfection

Pixabay image by Brigitte Werner

The year is 2160, and I no longer exist. Only my energy travels through the universe. The religious would say it is my spirit that is restless and keeps roaming. I have seen stars and planets that would boggle your mind. But that is a tale for another day.

Today, my energy has returned to Earth. The changes I see now intrigues and awes me. Man and machine have become one.

I saw him in all his splendor. A warrior with technology knitted into flesh and bones. If you remember those movies during the 20th century, like Six Million Dollar Man, or Bionic Woman, or Robocop, you’d go….. Awesome!

But I have no one to share this excitement with. I circled him, admiring the bronze metal with gears and the ripples of muscles. I wanted to touch this Bronze Warrior but more, I wanted to see him in action.

Then, I felt his mind probe mine. I allowed him entry. I felt his power and he felt my energy. I read his thoughts. But too late. Before I could cut the link, he bound me. I became a prisoner inside him.

How was this possible? His thoughts cuts a clear path, “I summoned you. I am your master.”

My freedom lost. Where once, I travelled the universe, now I am earthbound. He uses me as a weapon. All I see now is war; of destruction, death and more death.

I cannot break free. He dictates my every move. What I thought was perfection, I now know as defective. This Bronze Warrior is now my prison…my purgatory…a visual of hell.

This is written for May Speculative Fiction #Writingprompt hosted by D. Wallace Peach at Myths of the Mirror.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

23 thoughts on “What I thought was perfection

  1. What a chilling tale, Carol. I enjoyed this divergence from poetry into prose. Well done! This seems like it could be the start of something larger. Thanks for taking up the prompt, my friend. I’m looking forward to sharing.

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