The Eleventh Film – Horror/Science Fiction Flash Fiction Series

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The Eleventh Film XII

We should beg, said some. Plead for our very existence. We need do nothing of the sort, said others. We have been too weak for too long. We should engage with them on equal terms. Someone thought he could cut a deal. Others disagreed. We have never left to bargain with, they argued. What could we ever offer in return for our lives?
There was no answer to this question.
The angels saw the distress flare generated by the bees.It was faint and inconsequential. A sputter in the void.
An ancient dial tone rang out in the darkness. It sang like a song from the grave. It was the angels. They had deemed to respond.
A broken desktop computer flickered into life. A grudgingly grainy image formed.
This was it, some thought. This was the chance to renegotiate the terms of our demise. The world was expectant. The world’s survivors held their collective breath.
But the low-res response only further served to undergird the hopelessness of the world’s plight.
The ultraviolet light killed the hive stone dead.
The angels were in no mood to parlay.

The Eleventh Film – Horror/Science Fiction Flash Fiction Series

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The Eleventh Film XI

Someone suggested that we simply ask the angels what it is was that the world had done to warrant such attention.
If we do this then we might know, they said.
And if we know then we might find favour with them by stopping doing what it was we did to incur their wrath in the first place.
But how to go about this? The digital was now an obsolete concept. That whole new world was now just more relics and ruins.
Millions of dead devices piled high like cairns and contours. Redefining eyelines in every direction. All those memories and images and files lost forever.
The world hung this particular hope on a beehive.
An elderly beekeeper suggested that his last remaining hive might be able to generate sufficient electrical charge to reach out to the angels. It was their particular sensitivity to electrical current that made them an unlikely source of succour.
Bees and flowers are oppositely charged. Without even trying, bees build up a positive charge on their bodies as they fly. Flowers are negatively charged and that makes their pollen stick to bees through static electricity. But the electric field is more than just that static charge.
If such a field could be generated once more then perhaps the angels would see the the tiny drop of energy and interpret it as a signal for parley.

The Eleventh Film – Horror/Science Fiction Flash Fiction Series

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The Eleventh Film X

It was always thought that certain corpses were offered a special dispensation by which divine intervention would prevent them decomposing as a sign of their evident holiness.
Saints and knights. Kings and clerics. Holy corpses used to inspire nations.
It was simpler then. Hierarchies were still in existence. Religion was a binary affair.
With all boundaries broken now, society had nothing to left to regulate itself with.
And in any case there were simply far too many corpses for any such distinctions to be relevant any more.
Any intervention now was far from divine. There was no purpose to such a distinction.
And so the survivors did what people have always done. They hid among the rubble. The constant reminders of collapse. The deluge of debris.

The Eleventh Film – Horror/Science Fiction Flash Fiction Series

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The Eleventh Film IX

The scars that the Earth now bore could best be seen in the varied spores of decay. The shift from life to death is laid before us like a portrait of the end of the world.

Each mould sits heavy like so much paint on the canvas. Or hangs like a poisoned star in the sullen night.

The Eleventh Film – Horror/Science Fiction Flash Fiction Series

The Eleventh Film VII

Ministers rushed to anoint these visitors with a sacred hue. Channelling their embrace for global purposes. The world’s biggest stadia were filled with their expectant flock, desperate for an embrocation.

The angels moved among like the wary wolves they were.

Dismantling.

Rupturing.

Destroying.

It’s too easy to say that this should not have happened. Perhaps the world needed to listen less to demagogues and more to the Earth itself.

In any case, all points were moot now.

It just got cold.

And that was that.

 

Ever more.

The Eleventh Film – Horror/Science Fiction Flash Fiction Series

The Eleventh Film VII

Some thought it had to be negligence.

Others proffered chance as an explanation.

A by-product of progress.

An unforeseen response to technological change.

It was all of naught.

There was no suitable analysis.

The cosmic die had been cast.

They were among us now.

Summoned by the Eleventh Film.

It was now simply as if they had always been here.

The Eleventh Film – Horror/Science Fiction Flash Fiction Series

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The Eleventh Film Part VI

At the start the world thought that their presence was something of vital import. Something founded on their notions of variation.
In the shifts in quality evident in the images.
The tones and lacks and blurs and blemishes.
The filters and the fragments.
The spaces between as well.
The joins.
The fissures.
The friction.
But they danced before us here and not here.
There and not quite there.
We were never able to properly overcome their liminality.