The Looking Trespass

Note: Lilith at Because We’re Poets gave us Short Story Prompt #7: to write a short story about the picture below. Join us for some fun explorations in writing.

ArtbyShingoTerasawa

Art by Shingo Terasawa 

George walked in and couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Have you gone mad!” he yelled. “Put on some clothes!”

There was Llorew seated before the screen topless. The android on the other side wore a metallic mask that housed incandescent eyes. It seemed human as it reacted to the digital images streaming across. The multitude of electronic signals pulsed behind him recording terabytes of data.

Llorew, positioned upon the cyclopean notification center, was tired and sick. She appeared almost green. Her baggy, bloodshot eyes roamed around the room and stopped when they found George. She looked confused.

“What? It isn’t like ‘they’ don’t know what goes on. They listen in on every conversation, banal or otherwise. They see us existing privately without privacy,” she slurred calmly. “Why begrudge them this extra push to all-out victory?”

“Do you want to get us in trouble?” George asked rhetorically as he covered her with a robe. “This is no way to react.”

“You know what we should do?” she babbled on. “We should ask them for a smaller screen to be installed in the bathroom, right inside you-know-what.”

She began to laugh hysterically. George was not amused as he inventoried his wife.

“Take that off,” he ordered as he snatched the crown from her head and flung it across the room. “You’re not head of state anymore, you’re an underling like the rest of us!”

Llorew’s hands reached up to hold her empty head as the crown made a dull clunk.

“Well…well I used to be!” she yelled in defiance. Then she began to cry.

“I’m sorry Llori,” George tried to comfort her.

“It’s all my fault,” she always admitted. “When I was in office, I pushed to have all this surveillance on the public, first there were the drones, then the taps, and now this. What’s next?”

George eased Llorew away from the direct view of the camera in case her rambling became unbearably inappropriate.

“I liked it when I was in office,” she said, wiping away a tear. “But now that I’m just a minion, I think it sucks…”

“Yeah, I know,” agreed George helplessly. “It isn’t fair.”

They walked out of the room as the android remained transmitting.

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Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

Please read the wonderful short stories by Georgia at Bastet & Sekhmet: The Kitten’s Tale, The Duke, and The Mirror. Also read Lilith’s crafty tale

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"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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17 Responses to The Looking Trespass

  1. tee-hee. This made me giggle. Love it.

  2. Bastet says:

    Oooo do I see shades of political satire here? Great read, funny and good develpment of your characters…loved it!

  3. Bastet says:

    Reblogged this on Bastet and Sekhmet and commented:
    We know her from her great poetry…now here is a lovely, funny story for us to read…give it a whirl! 😉

  4. Reblogged this on 5 Degrees Of Inspiration and commented:
    A sci-fi piece!! Awesome take on the prompt!

  5. Ahhhh this was unexpected and fascinating!! Have forwarded the piece to the artist 😀

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  8. You made up a great story to read. She was enjoying what she was doing & forgot all about the rest of the world. I think she needs someone there all the time. What a crazy day that would be!
    Rodney

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