Lifeline

Abstract

I used to write on Ficly.


I could only watch as Hard Drive jury-rigged the defibrillator to serve as a power source. The old red tool chest in the garage was full of both automotive tools and computer parts—cables, chips, drives, discs. He grabbed a few cables and opened up another drawer to reveal a tablet that, by the looks of it, had seen better days, and those were probably a century gone already.

"How long will that power it?" I asked.

He glanced at the wall clock, but the hands were frozen at 7:24. "Not long."

I watched over his shoulder as he connected the tablet to the defibrillator; the latter emitted a high-pitched whine as the computer booted. I stared over his shoulder—once the glacially slow startup sequence ended, he set up a BNC and followed some breadcrumbs until he was in. He typed:

INCOMING PASSENGERS. TWO OUT.

After he sent the message, the defibrillator gave off a shower of sparks. The tablet flashed and died; smoke began to seep out from the seams in the case.

"Let's go," ordered Hard Drive.


Comments (0 so far!)

Inspired by (sequel to):

Hard Drive's sobs racked his body as he buried his head in his arms beside the still, milky white fo…

No Time for Tears

  • Published 2 years ago.
  • Story viewed 3 times and rated 0 times.

All stories on Ficlatté are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 License. What does this mean?