Welcome to Friday Fictioneers! We are a community of writers from around the world who post 100-word stories each week, based on a photo prompt provided by our effervescent leader, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s photo is by Erin Leary. Thank you, Erin!
by Jan Brown
This planet was engineered to resemble Earth. It was our second chance to get it right.
But it was designed by cyborgs who don’t need oxygen to breathe, or food to eat, or water to drink.
They don’t laugh or make love or raise families. They just exist.
The planet is dying–as am I, and our small human enclave. I trudge along the soggy perimeter and breathe the poisoned air. I limp. I gasp. I cry.
I weep for my fellow Earthlings.
We no longer laugh or make love or raise families. We just exist.
And soon, we won’t.
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