Relentless

        “Hannah,” System demands.

        Choosing deafness, I paint; red body, black spots, sleek metal now alive. A crimson cyclone swirls, bristles bleeding into water.

        “Hannah.” One minute clockwork.

        Buttons glow softly; blue, green, then amber. The drone animates.

        I stoop level. “There, little guy, you’re looking wonderful to fly tomorrow, yeah?” Happy chirps fade toward the hangar.

        “Hannah, respond.”

        “What!?” I scream. 

        “Observe the western desert,” System’s dispassionate reply.

        “Why!? I’ve seen it. All of it. There’s nothing there! There never will be. I have seen the western fucking desert, I have seen too much sand, too much dust, too much lifeless, lonely, nothingness.”

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