Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the little frog. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
Image © Ronda Del Boccio Used with permission for this Friday Fictioneers Challenge only. Any other use of this image requires Ronda Del Boccio’s permission.
If you prick me…
He’s holding me down, shielding me with his body as if his wounds didn’t hurt just as much–as if his death wasn’t just as final as mine.
They haven’t found us yet but they’re close. Hiding under this spindly shrub I pray that the spying eye passes us by. With his tracker removed there’s a small chance.
I feel his warm breath on my neck and wish I could look into his eyes, wish I could feel his lips on mine: seeking for truth, tasting the forbidden fruit.
Loving him is a crime punishable by death.
He’s an android.
(Adding this here so I don’t always have to look for the link on the InLinkz… not working… more research needed.)
If you prick us, do we not bleed is of course a Shylock quote. But Data from Star Trek made it into: If you prick me… do I not… leak?
I’m fascinated by everything AI, can you tell?