By Prospero Dae
They say this subway line has trains to the major galaxies.
Here’s an express train now. The DeLorean-like hatch opens, and I take a few mincing steps forward. This train is going to Andromeda. All aboard! (There’s only me.)
The ride is smooth, and after a time, I no longer feel like vomiting. The ringing in my ears has stopped.
The LED screen, next to the public access defibrillator, displays speed and distance in sci-fi green. I whip out my abacus to make the calculation.
Four hundred and twenty-seven years to Andromeda—I’ll be dust by then! This service is doomed.
Your tell-tale abacus tells me you might be the real fictional Prospero, clone of Shakespeare’s creation, until now living as a magician in exile with Ariel on a tropical island, which means you are already 406 years old. What’s another 427?
You should’ve gone there in the other direction. Let’s hope you learn from this.
An amusing science fiction horror story, Prospero. Just my kind of story! Great job!
I hope he only paid for a one way ticket. Good story, Prospero. How do you come up with your ideas?
I like the mix of all materials hi-tech plus the ever reliable abacus.It’s a good, human touch.
A nice sci-fi micro with a twist ending. Good work.
From here to eternity! Had no idea which direction this was going on from the title, my imagination wasn’t even close. Loved it!