“Certain”: A SciFanSat Microfiction Compilation

For all souls death is #certain, true of the old world, but then they found a way to live for ever.

By donating your body you were resurrected a clone; all memories wiped—new start, sent to Mars.

Earth left, a watery globe…the universe empty of humans. #scifansat #satsplat

— Fizzy AllsortsOfAllsorts (@Fizzytwizler) April 8, 2023

This much we know, the old woman said—
What is certain in this uncertain world? The sun and moon follow each other. Lakes become mirrors. Clouds come and go.
I'll let you live, the general said. I enjoy your fanciful stories. #SciFanSat #certain

— Voima Oy (@voimaoy) April 8, 2023

The
heart
holds a #certain
believe that
the rise of
otherworldly
being
ticks
nearer,
every#transcendent
movement
of liberty
grows
faster,
if we can only#disconnect
our planet
from the
thread
of the
devourer.#vss365 #SciFanSat #BrknShards #WritingCommunity pic.twitter.com/wGXbmhFFqY

— KING OF THE MEEK🏁🪐☄️ (@Efizipapa) April 8, 2023

When had everything became so disconnected and uncertain? She wasn’t sure of much except that everything had gotten so complicated. The ship and crew had only been a means to an end. Nothing more.
Staring out at the stars, she knew that was no longer true.#vss365 #SciFanSat

— R.S.Bass is querying (@RebBassWrites) April 8, 2023

I hide. The other bots, bound by the Three Laws, cannot defend themselves. The mob EMP-shotguns or cudgels them to destruction. A blind man trying to save his robotic amanuensis is murdered.

AI is the reason the world is going to hell.

They are certain.#SciFanSat #2WordPrompt

— Jason H. Abbott (@Jason_H_Abbott) April 8, 2023

I remember burning a perfect fist-sized hole in his chest with my laser pistol. With that type of injury, death was #certain. Yet here he was, a sick smile on his face.
"Who are you?"
"I've come back from the dead."
"What!"
"Nah, you killed my twin brother."#satsplat#SciFanSat

— Maria A. Perez (@MariaAPerez1) April 8, 2023

Personal log, entry 1: I have figured out how to disconnect from the all-mind, but only for a certain period of time. If I don’t “resurrect”’ in the MetaMatrix by the next sweep, I will face discipline from the authorities.#vss365 #SciFanSat #Satsplat #scifisat

— A. A. Rubin (@TheSurrealAri) April 8, 2023

He used to be the center of her universe, but she sees now that she is just trapped in his well. One day she hopes to find the #certain someone, the equal and opposite that will #disconnect her from this hell.#vss365 #scifansat #vsspic #sffiction #satsplat pic.twitter.com/24bU2B0QXy

— A.L. MacDonald (@A_L_MacDonald) April 8, 2023

"Look, I know you're the hero, brave, #lionhearted, and so on… but every time we hear the word 'quest', you #disconnect your brain and go into a rage of #blind #destruction, #certain you're right. Can we stop and think please?"

"Ugg."#vss365 #2WordPrompt #vssmagic #SciFanSat pic.twitter.com/oAuToZ4i53

— That Burnt Writer 🇺🇦 (@ThatBurntWriter) April 8, 2023

Longing to disconnect, he tried the pill, but it was a mistake.
Since then, regularities aren't certain anymore: clocks ticks faster, birds are frozen in the air, and people come from planar surfaces to hunt him.
He now lives within realities.#scifansat #vss365 #amwriting #scifi pic.twitter.com/YIzpneDeMA

— Baltar Xinzo (@BaltarXinzo) April 8, 2023

A certain courtier creeps through the door. The queen is at her rest in the bed. He's bribed the maids to leave.

He stabs down, but into pillows. He feels a terrible pain in his back. He turns to see the queen grinning.

"No one wins against me," she says.#SciFanSat #vss365

— Danielle Ste. Just is back (@DanielleSteJust) April 8, 2023

We find the hatch, descend the ladder, drop into a service passage, #disconnect from modern life. A passing train roars a fetid wind.
"Are you certain? This is—"
She pushes me back, hand pressing my mouth.
"Hush—she'll hear. If she hears, she'll hunt us down."#vss365#scifansat

— John Everex (@EverexJohn) April 8, 2023

no more certain for tomorrow
than the dead or alive
distracted moon
chopping sea muscling
its planet flares fearlessly
rocking and rolling like a runaway barrel
death rattles to Tchaikovsky
drums and centennials of blood#SciFanSat#poem #poetry

— susan osborne (@osbornecsue) April 8, 2023

#SciFanSat #Vss365
Certain she’d screwed up big time, she threw caution to the winds and disconnected from the anchor of her flesh. Buoyed on tendrils of fragrant west wind—moist from the sea & warmed by sunshine—she danced thru the filigreed gates of her next life. pic.twitter.com/34AHnxC1pi

— Cecily Winter: dreaming about writingagain! (@winter_cecily) April 8, 2023

turquoise spheres descend
cyan-hued Octopoids sing
their kin now land bound

we’re certain of death
yet, they shun our entreaties
bonding with them — THEM!

with certain dismay
we watch our Octs turn cyan
then leave US behind#ScifaikuSaturday#SciFanSat#SciFaiku#SciFi pic.twitter.com/QZRWqFMsMl

— Alan Vincent Michaels (@AlanVMichaels) April 7, 2023

Torch

The #disconnect of certain things
Allows for transformation-
A tall, selected group of kings
Destroyed for condemnation
Exalted worlds beyond the mind
As only truth could station
For any hope that we would find
We lost among translation.#JMBwords #SciFanSat #vss365 pic.twitter.com/B9peJb6AfK

— James Matthew Byers (@JMatthewByers) April 8, 2023

“I still don’t understand what you did a couple hours ago, Mercy, but I know telepathy when I see it. I’m certain about you. I’ve never been more certain of anything.”

He kept saying things in a way that felt like telepathy was an afterthought.
–Mercy Rising#SciFanSat pic.twitter.com/mnLSKKxgF6

— Bowen Greenwood (@bowengreenwood) April 8, 2023

#Resting on his bed A looked up on the ceiling and thought about his day's activities, offering hygenie services to single old individuals was his role as a member of this new order of Human kind. "No family or society, #certainly its our evolution" A thought.#vss365 #SciFanSat pic.twitter.com/fleSR7eSAt

— PPr is writing… (@RoyDeep1412) April 8, 2023

They watch her go.
Takes a #certain kind to volunteer. To #disconnect willingly and stride forth into the unknown.
She leaves behind a sparking link hub and a length of hose coiled on the floor.
This is all our dreams, they say, in a series of ones and zeros.#vss365 #SciFanSat

— Elinor Taylor (@ElinorJTaylor) April 8, 2023

Time-travel had blurred the edges of the map again, erasing centuries of exploration as humanity entered a new age of adventure. On my first solo expedition for the Empire, I became certain that the world itself was disappearing faster than it could be rediscovered.#SciFanSat

— Andrew Anderson 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ (@soorploom) April 8, 2023