by John Xero
2033: Purgatory, a prison for the criminally insane, is
built in the asteroid belt.
2190: After the Asmodean uprising, Purgatory is sold off and
renovated into a casino and pleasure hub; among its patrons, many of its former
inmates.
2501: Purgatory sees the last stand of the Abaddon Syndicate
against the Holy State.
2699: Long-deserted, Purgatory is the launch site
for the Apocalypse Missile. The station’s artificial intelligence, S’Tan, now six
hundred and sixty six years old, watches the unquenchable flames of the
expanding sun consume the Earth. S’Tan is still laughing as the fires reach
Purgatory.
Amazingly clever. That's all I can say about it.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Larry! ^_^
DeleteGiven how AI always turn against us I'm amazed we're trying to build one. Do scientists not read SF?
ReplyDeleteNeat story btw. I think you got away with S'Tan...just ;)
There's a real heavy prevalence of AI in the knew David Brin novel, only part way through it though, so yet to see if it all goes horribly wrong or not... ;)
DeleteThanks, Pete. =)
Verging on Stan, isn't it? More of a doddering old Satan... ;)
"knew?" What? ¬_¬
DeleteBringing purgatory home, where it belongs!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Larry, this is clever
Thank you, Mazzz. =)
DeleteKeeping the home fires burning... ;)
Well you would go a bit crazy, after all that, I think. This is a very interesting version of hell. I wonder what comes next?
ReplyDeleteNothing good. I guess that depends on how far out among the stars humanity managed to get...
DeleteThanks, Jen. =)
Is it me, or is there a kind of poetic justice in this event?
ReplyDeletePurgatory, a hell of a name, a hell of a place.
I think you may have just struck on the tagline for the pleasure hub there, Steve. Devilish... ;D
DeleteThank you. =)
I find this type of micro fiction extremely hard to do. Hats off to those who can pull it off like this, well done!
ReplyDeleteThank you. =)
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