💯 STORY CHALLENGE
Love in the Time of Cyborgs
#12 of 💯
“Florentino! Florentino! Wake up!” “What’s… going on Fermina?” “My husb… our Captain is dead!” “Juvenal died? How?!”
“I ran a quick scan on him. He had a stroke. A tiny fragment from his prosthetics was cut loose, entered his bloodstream and reached a critical part of his brain, blocking the blood flow.”
“And all his nanites missed it? I thought those guys never slept on the job. Not to mention, how on Proxima Centauri did it pass through his blood-brain barrier?” “I have no idea Florentino.”
“My sincere condolences Fermina.” “Thank you Florentino, but we both know you hated Juvenal. You think he stole me and the command of this mission from you. Congrats Captain!”
“Don’t be like that please. We are halfway to Gliese 581d. We need 3 parsecs. This will be my second command but the first exosolar one. It’s the two of us now, and we need to make funeral arrangements for Juvenal. So, peace?”
“Do you think we can make it for another 3 years? Juvenal acted like a peacemaker whenever we fought, but now he’s… gone.” Fermina started crying. “It hit you ha?” “All these bloody prosthetics mess you up Florentino. If the three of us hadn’t been in that horrible accident we’d be enjoying the sunsets of Cartagena now.”
“I know. But we wouldn’t have had the chance to be the first to walk on the second habitable exoplanet, since all exo-missions are now designed for people… like us. Now, let me issue my first command as a Captain: Make sure our Alcubierre drive works optimally engineer Diza!” “Aye aye Captain!”
35 months later:
“Kiss me harder! Devour me, consume me Florentino! I want to feel you with every inch of me! Synthetic and organic!” “Maybe… we should take a break… mi amor? It’s the… sixth time today. We need to make… deceleration arrangements.”
“Fuck the deceleration arrangements! Fuck Gliese 581d! I just want you to fuck me harder with your hermoso prosthetic dick! I crave it with every atom of my being!” “As… you wish mi amor.”
Florentino Aroza and Fermina Diza missed Gliese 581d. Their lust for each other was too strong to care. They kept fucking their prosthetics out into the depths of the Milky Way until their lust took a backseat and love took the wheel.
After a while their signal vanished following an immense energy release that according to mission control was “off scale.”
A story by Nikolaos Skordilis motivated by Zane Dickens’ 💯 Story Challenge and loosely inspired by Márquez’s Love in the Time of Cholera. My other💯 Story Challenge shorts: