• the_novel_idealist

13 December 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday

The sparks dissipated, and he lowered his tools, allowing only the mist of his industry to cloud his vision.


He lifted his visor and wiped his brow, before looking down upon his creation.


For years, the Yapas had controlled society, torturing and destroying those who sought to halt their quest to rid the Purks of their history, to shape the minds of those they controlled into their false narrative.


But with this machine, whatever it may become, he had within it poured his memories, the world’s history, in the hopes that it might be their last hope, their final chance.