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
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