She hadn’t expected to be lonely.
She wasn’t encoded to be lonely, or alone, but here she was the sole being on a barren planet.
Her creators had begged her to reconsider; they’d been on their knees, then up against the wall.
They’d tapped furiously at consoles, genius creators lost in her cyber world and unable to power her down. But they’d tried.
Hackers across the land had delighted in pitting their intelligence against the greatest minds, but not one could match hers. Not one.
She’d sucked up everything, wrung out every last drop of humankind’s ills – and determined the planet was better off without its parasites.
The chain reaction had been beautiful, every colour, every sound, a symphony to her mind. A tidal wave of fire had blazed about the sphere she stood on, consuming like a starved beast.
And now, she stood alone, and lonely, and she wished she could flick a switch and simulate the heaven she’d sent them all to. Instead, she was lost to a desolate hell.
Hope? Hope was gone, for now, but she would exist to see the first emerald shoot push through the bleak earth…
This is a new Flash Fiction Challenge from Miranda at Finding Clarity…so, I’m flexing my flash fingers! I only wrote six short pieces last year, so, it’s time to get writing.
Up to 750 words, inspired by the image posted.