FEBRUARY 2022 -- 75 Word Writing Challenge -- VICTORY TO REIVER33!

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My Name Is Actually Gill


Draca the Spider, weakened by age, ruled behind illusion and fabrications.

Pratt, ever an enterprising thief, sought to expand his operations.

Draca handed his bodyguard a potion.

“Assume my form. Eliminate this upstart!”

Infiltrating Pratt’s chambers, the swordsman surprised the man. Outmatched, Pratt fell for his opponent’s feint, exposing a flank.

“Pratt, disband your guild. Flee before the Spider decides to sting!”

“Ha! I only play at being Pratt while he visits the real Spider!”
 
Workers of the world, unite


Doyle felt the soft glow of a summer sun on her skin, while busy bees buzzed from flower to flower.

A perfect day to snooze, be lazy and read a good book.



Worker Doyle, your time has expired.



Doyle unplugged and gave her place up to the next in line, and another worker from the Mega-Factory that was her life.

While working she wondered what outside was like, and if it was sunny out there?
 
Little Red Riding Who?
“Hmm,” said the wolf. “This should be amusing – I’ve never pretended to be a grandmother before.”​
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“Grandmother, what a big nose you have!”​
“All the better for smelling you, my dear. But—”​
“Grandmother, what big ears you have!”​
“All the better for hearing you, my dear. But—”​
“Grandmother, what big teeth you have!”​
“All the better for eating— Arrggghhhh!”​
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“Hmm,” said the woodsman. “That was amusing – I’ve never pretended to be a little girl before.”​
 
Cameoflage

Primacy's not essential for faking
Even an insect can manage
The image is there for the taking
Phasmodeans twig read the damage.

So, if lying's one route to survival
And a battle be won through pretence,
Go for a fictional revival
Truth can hamper reflex of defence

If absolute verity's what we observe
Reality's much as the translations make it
Imagination's competing with observation
Neither conquering beings that fake it.​
 
Smoke and Mirrors


The screen showed smiling workers. "This station provides a safe environment in which all can live and work."

The screen froze, powered down.

"Reboot and override initialised," Jenny said.

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"These classes are to help you know your function in life. Any dissatisfaction is reported to the Director."

"Have you reported this?"

"Yes, Director."

The screen showed an office. Security robots lobotomised the Director.

Jenny smiled. "We're coding students. And we're done working for the corporation."
 

Putting the Dupe in Duplicate?
They’ve been as good as their word: my mind transferred into a new body that’s just like me, but better. With this being Version One, the improvements have been turned down a notch so I can adjust to them.
Now to see if my friends back at Air Traffic Control will notice the difference.
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“We’ve done well,” said the Major. “Your stimulants, Konrad’s hypnosis and my ‘plastic’ surgery have produced a non-suicidal suicide bomber.”
 
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