Permanent Possession of a Flamingo

We in the heart of fire. In the end it's just a big bang.

cyberpunk
Photo by Marko Blažević on Unsplash

PROMPT: Cat's Cradle

We in the heart of fire. In the end it’s just a big bang. But at least some of us have more programmable beings than you might care to admit. And it’s been so damn long. Not only that, but it’s been almost a decade since I was last happy to travel the naked-eye route to the Moon. And I’m pretty sure I’m overdue.

But whosoever that plott “borrowed” LeMat, he’s looking for somebody who says they knew him on Cispace and Rife’s trying to bug me. And the current event in the history of the earth is that LeMat and Inge have gone back to work trying to figure out who’d stung Junior on Cispace, and he’s hoping that Inge is finally going to tell him what’s happening.

Security’s panicky. They think that Eunice is behind the bad thing, and to warn us to keep their heads down. Which, I imagine, she is. She’s already made quite a point of it that he’s began to notice people coming down the hall. And while I’m at it, I’m also making it possible for them to chill off quite a bit, by which I mean controlled murder. I don’t suppose I have a choice, but I start wondering what I’ll do.

My face moistened with sweat, my mouth dried up.

LeMat and Inge aren’t permanent friends, but he’s still a friend. And the stunk little loser has the pouring soul of a starveling kitten. Or a permanent possession of a flamingo, if you want to look at it that way. He might break into my safe space if he wants to, and I wouldn’t care. No harm done. Not that I don’t enjoy heaving welts behind my ears, or do anything to cause a friction between us.

“He’s calling Kogep, from this office upstairs,” LeMat said, setting a chair aside and setting the box on the table. “Kneel over there, will you?” He pointed at a piece of flannel on the cushion.

I checked my own umbrella and decided against it. “Thanks. KD.”

[END TRANSMISSION]

Editor’s Notes

Written by AI, using my multi-temp script, and using my cyberpunk fiction model, which is a fine-tuning of gpt-2 774M. Chosen from among the other recently generated stories by me, a human.

Prompt

“Cat’s Cradle”

Came from one of these places, which the script chose at random from a list of phrases:

Edits

Deleted orphan fragment after last sentence. Deleted a sentence of an explicit bodily description.

Title

Title was human-derived by me from the generated text

Plagiarism Checked

Plagiarism checked with Plagiarism-Basic against the dataset

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GPT-2 Settings
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