Snail

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 26, 2018

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Snail

Nothing like your common one, this, although it does share a similar shape to those you so often find outside. No trails are left by this one though, as it and its companions makes it’s way surreptitiously through everybody’s lives.

Nowhere is safe. Nowhere is out of bounds. Secrets will be discovered no matter how deeply you have buried them. Their scanners can get in anywhere, through anything. Tighten your locks, your cyber locks too, but it won’t do you the slightest bit of good. Not from these snails at least.

They slide their way through our lives, for the most part remaining unseen, undetected. Maybe it’s better that way for we, the human race, have no way of destroying them. In fact we can’t even inflict the slightest damage to them while they can destroy us in an instant.

What do they want? Information, clearly, but for whom, for what? Are they working for some other beings or are they on some kind of mission of their own devising?

I saw one once, I’m sure, crawling it’s way across my laptop, numbers flickering rapidly across the screen. I’ve no idea what it could be after for there are no secrets there. I’m no scientist, or government official; I have no access to any industrial, commercial, or military secrets.

What kind of information could they possibly be after?

It didn’t see me, notice me, detect me....whatever it is that they do. Or if it did, it had no interest in me as a person. I certainly wasn’t going to approach it, with it’s death’s head house and glowing lasers. I’m no hero. Never have been and I’m not about to become one now.

Still, it was puzzling. Why would some kind of cyber creature be at all interested in me? As I lay in bed in a semi-doze this thought made its way into my subconscious mind. How many of those trails I’d seen in the past, made by slugs and snails; they seemed to have an amazing ability to get absolutely everywhere.

And what had my response been? I guess, the same as millions of other people, billions even. Sprays and powders, chemicals to kill them in vast numbers. I have to say I never gave a thought to whether it was quick and painless; slugs, snails....who cares?

Maybe they are collecting data for an alien race, or even some kind of secret agency. The possibility has implanted itself there in my thoughts now, that maybe they are not working for anyone and perhaps are some form of super-snail, hell-bent on exacting revenge.

Okay, so I’ve always been known for being fanciful, seeing conspiracies that simply don’t exist. So go on, go ahead and prove me wrong. Find a nice innocent explanation for the existence of these things that are now everywhere.

Be careful while you are doing it though or you won’t live to tell your tale.


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