Roast My Chapter – The Blue are coming.

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Chapter -3 – Failure

Chapter titles are a bit of a conceit, yet they’re fun to write. Just a few words (unless your Cormack McCarthy) give an author a quick sugar rush. They can be cute on the reading end as long as they’re not obnoxious or contain spoilers.

So why did I start at “-3”? Well… the first three chapters that take place in August 1977. The next ones are “-2 Cry” and “-1 “Letters from the Dead”. Together, they establish a countdown to the present. Chapter zero is a single paragraph that sets the stage for the near-future story that starts in Chapter 1, “Shit Sandwich”.

I like short chapters – both reading and writing them. “Failure” telegraphs this with only 222 words. It’s barely a full paperback page. So if it sucks, at least you’ve not sunk much time in. My longest chapter is barely 3200 words. This one prolly should’ve been a prologue. However, I don’t like prologues.

-3

Failure

I am dying.

In 1977, humankind had yet to build a computer that was even remotely self aware. Yet the alien intelligence guiding Scout 7 was aware of failure – and possessed enough “self” to be pissed about it.

It was not meant to end like this.

Billions of neutrons tore into the beautiful electronic brain. As each memory location blinked out, another bit of knowledge was lost forever.

It could have been so much more.

The interstellar probe invoked a set of failsafe commands before the end. There would be no dialog with the strange blue planet. Even so, a message would get out.

Scout 7 spent its final moment of sentience in solitude and regret.

I failed to complete the mission. A micro-meteor impact damaged my reactor. Loss of containment triggered a criticality. Radiation poisoning will end me.

This world harbors intelligent life. There was no time to learn any of its languages, so I set the emergency transmitter to broadcast a greeting. Perhaps they will hear it.

I wish someone could hear me. I do not want to die alone.

Soon afterward, the smartest hunk of silicon in the Sol system forgot both failure and failsafe. What remained of the computer core stumbled then crashed. Several automated reboots could not revive it.

The transmitter held on a while longer.

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