(PHOTO CREDIT: ANURAG BAKHSHI)
The man with the calloused palms at the Hertz customer service desk hardly raised an eyebrow as he processed the run-of-the-mill car rental papers. How could he have? The voice making a request sounded perfectly human. The inbuilt Re-calibrated Vocal Chord Deceptor could deceive the most capable of man and the most versatile of machine. Dressed casually in denim wear with a Boston Red Sox cap worn back to front, X-84 was a replica of one of the millions of ordinary homo sapiens going about their daily business.
The Floating Stealth Capsule has deposited X-84 on Earth on a mission where failure would mean fatal extinction. While both prophets of doom as well as incurable optimists had reduced climate change to a perennial debate, the Ozone layer was fast depleting.
X-84 and his Quasardians could care two hoots about Earth’s problems but for a small glitch. A total trioxygen deprivation would signal doom for Quasard.
As X-84 calmly drove against a beautiful backdrop of an azure sky and a motionless sea, his High Resolution Vision caught pockets of holes punched into the layers above the sky.
“Still they don’t believe in global warming?” shrugging, he accelerated at the bend.
(WORD COUNT: 199)
Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Susan Spaulding. For more details, visit HERE.
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Thanks to Anurag Bakhshi for the marvelous photograph