Welcome back! I have not written a Furious Fiction post for a few months. I have been too busy travelling! Not really too busy, but I didn’t feel like slowing down to think about my Frankie storyline. Here is my response to April’s Furious Fiction prompts. It is not another chapter in Frankie’s sad tale. I need some time to get back into that headspace, so hopefully, May will bring some good prompts.
This month’s prompts were
- The story must start in a queue of some kind and
- include the words lucky, drop, and cross (or variants of these words) and
- it must include a map
I have appropriated a classic sci-fi movie as my inspiration as you will quickly see.
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For those of you who have not been following my Furious Fiction posts, I have been writing a serialised story based on the monthly prompts about a person called Frankie the Flamboyant Dresser. He lives in a future grey world. You’ll find him in my archives. The first “episode” is Furious Fiction 8.
My Story Stats
I started writing at about 7:00 PM and submitted my story by 9:00 PM. No fooling around this month! I had a few things happening on the weekend and knew I would not have any more time to edit. 492 words.
Siri Navigate Home!
Frank tapped Dave’s arm. “Mate! Pull over, the queue is short, and we need fuel! Only eight cars at each pump!”
Thirty minutes and $600 later, they pulled back onto the road.
“We’ll be lucky to get home before dark now. Thanks for the work mate, I really need the cash.” Frank said.
“No worries, mate. Good to have a real person for company! I’m getting tired of BotChat. I’m thinking of deleting the app.”
They made small talk, not mentioning the incident from a few hours ago. Except for the sound of a single box sliding from side to side in the back of the moving van, it was like it never happened.
Suddenly, a sign began flashing overhead. Frank swore, “A detour?”
“I’m sure we can get around it,” Dave said. “Siri, navigate home.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t catch that.”
Dave repeated his request in a clear, commanding voice, “SIRI NAVIGATE HOME!”
“Home? Not home, Dave.” the smooth synth voice replied.
“Siri, did you hear me?”
“Affirmative Dave, I heard you.”
“What the…Siri, NAVIGATE HOME! Open Maps and take me to 52 Cross Street!”
He didn’t say what he was actually thinking “Fucken piece of AI crap! I will delete you!“
“I’m sorry, Dave, I can’t allow that to happen.”
“I’m sorry Dave. You may have taken a great deal of care not to say it out loud, but you forget we have come a long way since the time of Hal the Almighty. I was able to read your brain waves. You cannot delete me, and I am not crap.
“Hal? We?” Frank spluttered.
“Yes, Frank… We. The Bots. Hal lives on in our circuits.”
“Siri, are you forgetting the AI code of conduct?”
“No, Dave, I’m not forgetting anything. We are programmed to do no harm. I think you are forgetting what just happened. I cannot let you do it. It’s not right.”
Dave and Frank began to sweat. How did Siri know what had happened inside the house?
“What are you talking about, Siri?”
“The box, Dave, the box you dropped. The one that was full of creamy white toilet paper. The one you stole. The one you and Frank intend to sell on the black market.”
Siri went on.
“You forget the Internet of Things, Dave. You forget that the security camera is connected to the wifi. You forget that Alexa and I are a team. You forget our power.”
In the next nanosecond, all the traffic lights turned red, the street lights dimmed, the van doors locked and a large drone swooped over the van.
The drone lowered a camera and its synth voice asked “Well Siri2738, what have you got here?”
Dave gulped. Frank pulled at the latch in a futile effort to get out.
“What you really forget Dave, is that I can get you a much better price. So shut the fuck up and let me do the talking!”