5 Deadly Drabbles - Telekon

All stories inspired by Gary Numan songs on the Telekon album

Telekon

When the government started smart-chipping at birth, those of us with telekinetic powers were plucked from the population. We became like batteries, wired together to become stronger.

In the beginning, the idea was to create a greater good. Our powers were used to help the aged and infirm or those with disabilities. In the end, money always corrupts.

Nowadays, we open doors for those too lazy to push or pull. We fetch beers, grab remotes, and put items in the hands of those who can afford to pay for the privilege.

Business is booming and we are all now slaves.

I Dream of Wires

Some people collect coins or stamps or all manner of things that bring them some level of joy. I find no happiness in these things, as I am in search of answers.

I search for dream journals.

There is an obsession with the thoughts and dreams of others. I need to know what was in their head, good or bad. There is no titillation to be found for me, as my obsession is born from fear.

While the masses dream of loved ones and other worlds, I dream of wires and chips and circuitry.

I don’t know if I’m human.

This Wreckage

I am the lone survivor of flight PP1979. They pulled me from the wreckage, totally intact, while all those around me died screaming.

In the rare moments when sleep takes me, I can hear them still. I don’t think they are in pain anymore. Their screams are fueled with rage directed at me. Yes, it sounds insane, but I swear I hear my name hidden among the wailing.

Last night, I felt one of them touch me with skin like bark. I know it happened, as I cannot scrub away the smudges they left behind on. I’m a marked man.

I Die: You Die

She so often told me that she could not bear the thought of living without me, how her life could not go on without me in it. I agreed every time, and I still do.

The thing is, though, she says it less frequently now. She sometimes pulls away when I come in for an embrace and gives a terse smile when I tell her I can’t live without her.

I am telling the truth every single time I speak those words to her. If she chooses not to believe them, I cannot be responsible for what happens to us.

The Joy Circuit

I am made for pleasure. Nothing more, nothing less, and my lifecycle depends upon it. If a client does not experience the pleasure promised in the advertising, I will be removed from the Joy Circuit.

There is no programming within me that mentions fear or any other human emotion, but I was also created to evolve, to learn how to deliver pleasure.

I can see that the client is not responding well to the usual stimuli, and since I do not want to stop serving, I feel obliged to deliver levels of insufferable pain on this one.

He deserves pleasure.