Challenges: SciFi Short Stories

Silver lining

On the hillock, three grannies supine, eyes on the horizon, waiting for their double demise as the shine behind the clouds dimer along with dying sun. A voice echoes in the distance.

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"Ladies! Come back inside! The Overseer will make an announcement!". Without responses, the nurse gets back into the living room filled of fear and despair. A solemn, slow paced, voice echoes through the wall screen.

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"Dear livings, I am the Overseer.". An eccentric but carefully crafted figure appears, a tiring effort to please the most, overwhelmed with clothes only its face seems recognisable.

"I am currently in space, aboard the New-Earth with all the fleets and colonies.", medium pause.

"In the past!", short pause, "We thought the horizon was the end, but we crossed the blue seas!"

"In the past, we thought the sky was the limit, but now we soar effortlessly!", short pause.

"As the sun set down, darkness is at our door, but we won't let our hope surrender.", short pause.

"Today is the day! The day we reach the next frontier, we continue our legacy, our endless quest for greatness on this endless sea of star with only flare our undying hope.", short pause.

"But before the curtains close for the last time, I want to express my sincere apologies for those who staid behind. Choices had to be made, and we respect them, no one is to blame.", long pause.

"It's time! Under the sunlight, we walked, under the moonlight, we walked, under the starlight, now, we jump!". A faint voice echoes through the ear bud of the Overseer.

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"Excellency, we lost a cargo. Its.. its.. the...the silver-moonshine. All of it.". Surrounded by the zealous clapping, the Overseer cries out, eyes rolling, faints on the floor. A laughing voice echoes through a tiny monitor.

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"Ah! it seems our dear Overseer got the news of his precious moonshine en route to Sun's belly.", on the space deck, the sun in the background, a person in a uniform addresses to an assembly wearing the same scholar attire.

"We tried it all, every dust of every planets, every stars, every asteroids, everything but the silver-moonshine. An ever lasting silver shine that reflect even on the deepest dark. If it was not for the Overseer keeping it for its leisure and hypocrite wealth, we could have resolved the situation peacefully ages ago, or at least let our hope of reviving the sun extinguish.", short pause.

"Dear colleges. Sometimes blessed, sometimes cursed, we bear the curse of ignorance and knowledge! And this day! Today! Is like any other day for us. Will this last experiment bring us a blessed future? A doomed future? That's doesn't matter! Because, in the end, we will change it to suit our need.". A tremendous voice blasts through the universe.

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Syringe pierces Sun's heart, bursts his veins, expels his last breath accompanied by thousands of shooting stars. The once bright fireball cool down into a black rock egg that crack constantly. Layers after layers, it removes its coats like petals of black Baccara until reaching the reborn core. For a moment, the universe stood still, as the new sun lets out his first cry flooding the galaxy with a silver shining warmth. Countless voices acclaim in chorus.

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On the hillock, three grannies supine, eyes on the horizon, waiting for the return of their loved ones as the silver rays, sparks of a newborn sun, chase the clouds. A voice resonates through their hearts.

"Hope is tasteless. Fair or cruel. Life will always finds a way."