Time Capsule 202.1 : Sunday Photo Fiction

Time Capsule 202.1

There was an alert from the door.

[Visitor]

I checked the monitor. A lithe blonde female of average height with a smallish Time Capsule.

A nod sufficed.

The door admitted the woman, then closed behind her silently.

I glanced up and indicated the table. She poured the contents onto it.

I initiated a scan.

A short baton with a dirty pointed metal termination; a small glass bottle containing a dark liquid; and a white sheet rolled and attached with pink ribbon.

I scowled: more junk.

[10 credits]

I waved them over to the woman’s Credit receptors and dismissed her.

It’s funny, as she turned to go, her mouth opened as if to actually voice something, even though speech, of course, is no longer a requirement of social interaction.

While waiting, I idly checked the baton for a power source, but couldn’t see one.

The results displayed.

[Late 20th Century artefacts : Fountain Pen; Ink Bottle and Paper. Paper contains dark marks organised in groups on successive lines on one side.]

Worthless and without interest. I made my decision.

++ Disintegrate ++

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly Flash Fiction challenge. This weeks prompt is @A Mixed Bag, 2013.

17 comments

  1. theturtle · July 17, 2016

    Wow!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. nonnaci · July 17, 2016

    Are we headed towards such a dystopia?

    Liked by 1 person

    • Graham Lawrence · July 17, 2016

      I sincerely hope not ; which is probably one of the reasons I wrote this piece 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  3. ceayr · July 18, 2016

    Fahrenheit 451 revisited.
    Excellent.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. a darkened house · July 18, 2016

    “They want to no longer teach cursive in schools in North America. You have glimpsed into our futures, I’m afraid, she sighed. “Excellent and scary take on the prompt.”

    Liked by 1 person

    • Graham Lawrence · July 18, 2016

      Thanks for dropping by to read and comment 🙂

      Like

      • a darkened house · July 18, 2016

        “Glad to,” she replied. “I am trying to go visiting more often.”

        Like

  5. Sunday Fiction · July 18, 2016

    That’s the second time this week I have had my mind turned to a song from the distant past.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Graham Lawrence · July 18, 2016

      Oh yes I remember that. If we start communicating only with emojis it’s a bad start …

      Liked by 1 person

  6. Joy Pixley · July 19, 2016

    To not even stop to see what might have been written — to the history buff in me, this is a chilling horror story! Great job making the voice work so well with the content; it really gets across the futuristic feeling.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Graham Lawrence · July 19, 2016

      Thanks Joy. I’m glad you picked that up. I intended it to be a strong if subtle statement

      Liked by 1 person

  7. patriciaruthsusan · July 24, 2016

    What a sad future that would be. No exchange of curiosity and knowledge there. I wonder what history was just destroyed. Part of their brains must have shrunk. A creative piece, Graham. —- Suzanne

    Liked by 1 person

    • Graham Lawrence · July 24, 2016

      Thanks for reading Suzanne 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

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