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FFM 2012, July 31 - Cleansing

by ~Wolfrug, Jul 31, 2012, 2:16:56 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Science Fiction / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

When a word becomes wrung out and meaningless, sometimes it acquires new meaning. A soul was once what differentiated us from beasts. Now souls are what lets us access the global marketplace, to barter and sell and buy. If you're soulless, you're no better than an animal. I guess it's not words that change after all, but we.

Yesterday, Odovacar stole my soul, "For the greater good." He said.

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The soul is more than a tool. The soul is a source of power, an engine that compels you. The soul is tied to you, to your mind and nervous system. To have a soul, and then lose it, is like dying without death.

I tracked Odovacar. Others had been robbed too. Each told the same story: "For the greater good." Madness. There is no good, only the market.

***

The Great Wormhole Nexus Bazaar. A fancy name for your run-of-the-mill grey-legal jackerware, mindbleach and fleshmods marketplace, erected in a decommissioned Particle Accelerator. We thought.

I tracked him to the old control room, humming with stolen souls.

"What good?" I asked.

"The greater." He answered, and powered the Accelerator.

The beings that came through were lambent, immaculate; they burnt away all imperfections; bodies, marketplaces. Only souls remained – inveterate, real.

FFM 2012, July 31 - Cleansingby ~Wolfrug

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Science Fiction / Flash Fiction & Vignettes

©2012-2013 ~Wolfrug

FFM for July 31. Rest of entries: [link]

The challenge for this last FFM of 2012 was to write a 369'er (three interconnected 69-word stories), incorporating...various things. Just go look at the post above.

I chose cyberpunk (alluded at here), with a knight templar, and with themes of morality. So phew...this was haaard. But now I'm done! Thank you for FFM 2012, woo!

~The-Inkling Aug 1, 2012

"Madness. There is no good, only the market."- May possibly be one of your best lines...ever.

I enjoyed this. The concept bears further exploration.

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~Wolfrug Aug 2, 2012

Thank you! And yes...you might be right that it does, at that. HMM.

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~NamelessShe Jul 31, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I always have such a hard time picking my favorite parts in your stories because there's always so much to choose from. Today is one of those days I just can't pick so I'll just tell you how much I enjoyed reading this.

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~Wolfrug Aug 1, 2012

Thank you! You're far too kind. I enjoyed writing this, altough I did it within like an hour

FFM STRESS. Thank you for the

as well

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