Blob | A flash fiction story
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If the universe were a simulation — and Zik was sure it was — it would be paused now. Zik was staring at the black blob in front of them, their eyes wide, desperate.
The dark blob of about seven-inches radius was floating ominously above their keyboard, right in front of their face. A second ago, Zik was ready to consume all the power contained in the substance. Now, the blob was out of control, unleashed in their room.
Zik had a plexiglass container in their hand and their mind was bursting with methods for capturing the substance before the looming disaster. Futile. There wouldn’t be enough time to catch it.
The dark blob stared at Zik menacingly, its black surface reflecting the cyan LED strips that illuminated the room. A catastrophe followed.
When the universe went into play mode again, somewhere else in Argon, Agh waited impatiently for a message from Zik. When it finally came through, it read: “Sorry. Spilled coffee all over. Need backup keyboard.” It was followed by, “Don’t talk to me about virtual keyboards. They suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
