By Simon Hole
Just to prove they could, the engineers created tiny flying bots. Gnat small. Mote of dust small.
The bots were programmed to buzz around until they came across another tiny bot. Once two bots hooked up, they buzzed around until they found some sand. Just a few grains would do. After using the sand to replicate, all three bots buzzed away and started over.
Then someone became careless: an open window, a hearty sneeze, and before you could say Isaac Asimov, the bots escaped. Soon the air was so full of tiny bots that no one could breathe.
The end, literally.
No bots about it, to be sure!
I was a ‘bot’ to say that, but you beat me to it.
“The end, literally” love it. Well done.
Thanks, Miss. This was one of those funny stories where the last line came to me first.
So good………
Thanks, Carrack. Probably not my best work, but lots of fun to write.
omg,,,this is impressive
Thanks, kegeha. Knowing that people enjoy the stories is a big part of what keeps me writing.
Oh, yeah, Simon. Another good one. A delight to this old sciencefictioneer’s day. Hope you never write a bad ‘in!
Loved it, by the way.
Thanks, Bobby. I’ve been a sci fi guy since I found “Have Spacesuit, Will Travel” by Heinlein back in seventh grade. I’ve a couple of longer pieces in the works, but I don’t know if I have the stamina to finish a novel.