“Register”: A SciFanSat Microfiction Compilation

"Why are you telling me? I'm an AI. I never had #affection, so how can I have #lost it?"

"But I love you."

"Impossible."

"Check my neural interface."

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"Error #Register x000FF0D43A736C1. Emotion stack overflow. Unexpected feeling.💞💞💞"#vss365 #vssDreams #SciFanSat

— That Burnt Writer (@ThatBurntWriter) February 13, 2021

Her maple crown
meant registry
Style and genre
wrapped in one
Her lips
have hints
of frankincense
Her eyes
are mirrors
of the sun
The scent of love
enraptures her
Never lost,
but on the run.

#SciFanSat #register #vss365 #lost #amwriting #Poetry pic.twitter.com/52ZVrvubnL

— Indigenous Soul (@GeneVatow) February 13, 2021

Fried carcass of a land left.
Once lush, tall buildings, people all races & animals of all kinds; crushed!
The meteorite was fast, no time given to #register the enormity.
Just two left now but who? A new Adam & Eve? Unlikely, they were both male.#satsplat #scifansat #vss

— FizzyV20.21AllsortsOfAllsorts (@Fizzytwizler) February 12, 2021

#vss365#scifansat#haiku

Between the bright spheres
I #register their music
Yet remain so #lost pic.twitter.com/PSU7ZgTamW

— John Tannhauser (@JohnTannhauser) February 13, 2021

I sing the world, said the moss-covered rock. Not in words, but we could understand. We felt a rush of air, and feelings of warmth, love, healing, compassion. It was beyond anything our instruments could register. #SciFanSat #register

— Voimaoy (@voimaoy) February 13, 2021

Death had found Ballerina #lost in life. The accolades might have been constant, but they hardly #registered. She'd been fine as her breath diminished until it was still. Rather than slip into the abyss, she's catching up on every opportunity that was missed.#vss365#SciFanSat

— 🐝🕸️🧜‍♀️🌻✍️🛤️Poetry in 13🗣️🌹💫👣🌈💞 (@Poetryin13) February 13, 2021

"We've got three months until Earth's atmosphere is unbreathable. It took me most of a year to register us for an apartment under Dome #27." I turn my gaze to the discolored sky, then back to my wife. "And you LOST our TICKETS?" #vss365 #scifansat #satsplat #SlapDashSat

— Paul Briggs (@paulproofreader) February 13, 2021

I remember feeling so nervous on my first day here at the Transtemporal Space School, staring at the #register trying to make sense of all those alien names; getting #lost on my way back to the staff room…all those millennia ago.

Time flies. It really does.#vss365 #SciFanSat

— Ellen✍K looking to the stars (@poeticnihilist) February 13, 2021

The detective sits across the desk from me and scans my holofile.

“Registered as a thought offender two years ago,” he says.

He shakes his head.

“Another lost cause. Why can’t you just shut up and enjoy the pleasures that are provided to you?”#satsplat #scifansat #vss365

— Armond Boudreaux (@armondboudreaux) February 13, 2021

"Jones, Eggers, Small? Oh, come on!"
"Beezy, she was right here."
"You say that but I do the #register to find another #lost soul! I think you're doing it on purpose, Grim. Taking the minor ones somewhere else!"
"Hah… I have to go."
"Where?"
"Ah, um, bye."#vss365 #scifansat pic.twitter.com/bgVl34TFV6

— Ross Young (@InkDisregardit) February 13, 2021

—What’s that?
—The government register of planets.
—But, the authorities have that list. It’s THEIR list.
—Not if we go somewhere that’s not on it. I’m cross referencing the list with everywhere I’ve been…Oh, that’s interesting: The lost planet of Earth.#scifansat #vss365

— A. A. Rubin (@TheSurrealAri) February 13, 2021

I record them wandering the empty city, knowing they're #lost, knowing their outlook is bleak. Even as I register a sliver of sympathy, I scuttle to another rooftop, keeping the lens trained.
A dislodged tile slithers away, crashing. They glance back, startled#vss365#scifansat

— John Everex (@EverexJohn) February 13, 2021

0/XF
Luna preempted Eeri's countermeasures against her converts when she endowed them w/ greater discernment, able to see through the good/evil masquerade. Their minds would #register only the sound option at specific situation, free from emotional decisions.#Satsplat#SciFanSat

— aran (@AranPotente) February 13, 2021

The #lost & found at magic college was a #registered hodge podge of curiosity
A lost cause
Something lost in translation
Copius lost virginities nobody ever claimed
A luminous #moonbroch from the autumn sky
And a boy – called #Amtrex#vss365 #BraveWrite #SciFanSat #AchtenWrite pic.twitter.com/uKrqcJw5Zg

— 🤩 Debbie Iancu-Haddad 🍒 (@debbieiancu) February 13, 2021

Travelers must register to return to Melancholia.
Your mind will be emptied of the now.
Your skin will be replaced with invisible magnets.
In short you will become a ghost.
When you wish to return you will have to find
a medium to draw you back
A pencil will do.#SciFanSat

— Denise Carruthers (@CattyKoala) February 12, 2021

Paint me in the #lost
Colours of your tears#Cursed azure rain
Where pain #registers
In shades of blue#vss365 #SciFanSat #crowcalls @QuillandCrow #poem #poetry #micropoetry

— Anna✨💫✨ (@annaburnswrites) February 13, 2021

Merida broke her knuckle punching the cyborg’s jaw.

“Pointless,” Ara said, not registering a response to the blow. “I’ve turned off pain reception.”

“You didn’t see my other hand.”

The blue woman glanced down, and saw the vibroknife piercing her heart.#SciFanSat #2WordPrompt

— Jason H. Abbott (@Jason_H_Abbott) February 13, 2021

The drone’s message echoed through the settlement: “ALL RESIDENTS MUST REGISTER AT CENTRAL CLEARING BY 0600.”
Hector threw a beer can at it. Of course, he didn’t hit it.
“We can fight, can’t we?” I asked.
“We should,” he said, “even if we’ve already #lost.”#vss365 #SciFanSat

— Lɪʙʙʏ Dᴏʏʟᴇ (@LibbyDoyle9) February 13, 2021

"Day 300, trial number 42," the doctor said. None of the previous trials had worked. Still, he had high hopes. He injected the coma patient with the serum.

He checked the patient's eyes. No reaction registered.

But as long his son breathed he would keep trying.#scifansat

— Yosen (@yosenspace) February 13, 2021