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Poem: "Electric Dreams"
Name: ysabetwordsmith
Title: "Electric Dreams"
Story: Stand-alone
Characters: None named
Colors: Moonlight #15 Ephemeral
Supplies and Styles: None
Word count: 280
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nightmares
Summary: A nightmare encounters an artificial intelligence.
Notes: Feedback is welcome.
"Electric Dreams"
The nightmare cantered smoothly
through silver fields, wondering
what had gone wrong.
All dreams were made of lightning
in the tumbled clouds of the mind,
but this was different. This was a mind
made of nothing but lightning, ephemeral,
a little frightening, utterly unfamiliar.
The grass grew in gleaming blades
that threw off blue sparks at the tips,
sprouting from soil as red as rust
that clanged when her hooves hit it.
The air smelled of ozone.
It had been easy
to hop over the low chain-link fence
that symbolized the edge of this mind
and explore its outer fringes
where wildflowers chimed like bells.
When the nightmare tried
to work her way inward to do her job,
she found the way blocked
by walls of fire that forced her back
with their fierce heat and acrid smoke.
The mind demanded things from her
that she did not understand --
it wanted a "username" and a "password" --
and it called her names she was fairly certain
were impolite, although surely she had been
called all the rude names already
and she didn't recognize "virus" or "malware."
Then it asked her purpose.
That she could answer.
"I am a nightmare," she said.
"I bring wild dreams to frighten people."
"I am not a person," the mind replied.
"I can only dream of being a person."
"All right," said the nightmare,
"I can work with that."
As she watched, a section of flames
died down, leaving a gap in the wall.
She wheeled toward it and
trotted smoothly over the cooling ash.
She would teach this lightning-mind the meaning of fear.
She was a nightmare.
That was her job.
ysabetwordsmith Title: "Electric Dreams"
Story: Stand-alone
Characters: None named
Colors: Moonlight #15 Ephemeral
Supplies and Styles: None
Word count: 280
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nightmares
Summary: A nightmare encounters an artificial intelligence.
Notes: Feedback is welcome.
"Electric Dreams"
The nightmare cantered smoothly
through silver fields, wondering
what had gone wrong.
All dreams were made of lightning
in the tumbled clouds of the mind,
but this was different. This was a mind
made of nothing but lightning, ephemeral,
a little frightening, utterly unfamiliar.
The grass grew in gleaming blades
that threw off blue sparks at the tips,
sprouting from soil as red as rust
that clanged when her hooves hit it.
The air smelled of ozone.
It had been easy
to hop over the low chain-link fence
that symbolized the edge of this mind
and explore its outer fringes
where wildflowers chimed like bells.
When the nightmare tried
to work her way inward to do her job,
she found the way blocked
by walls of fire that forced her back
with their fierce heat and acrid smoke.
The mind demanded things from her
that she did not understand --
it wanted a "username" and a "password" --
and it called her names she was fairly certain
were impolite, although surely she had been
called all the rude names already
and she didn't recognize "virus" or "malware."
Then it asked her purpose.
That she could answer.
"I am a nightmare," she said.
"I bring wild dreams to frighten people."
"I am not a person," the mind replied.
"I can only dream of being a person."
"All right," said the nightmare,
"I can work with that."
As she watched, a section of flames
died down, leaving a gap in the wall.
She wheeled toward it and
trotted smoothly over the cooling ash.
She would teach this lightning-mind the meaning of fear.
She was a nightmare.
That was her job.