It Dances!A Story by SpoonWe build machines to kill. But have we gone too far?“How could this have happened? Oh god, the ramifications!” the doctor muttered, a hand on his forehead as he paced behind the glass screen. With every moment that passed dark patches reached outwards from his armpits, as if fear itself was seeping from him. The only sound other than his breathing and footsteps was the constant shuffling of loose paper in the hands of Professor Humphrey. He, too, was possessed by the fear his superior felt. “It - it - it’s impossible, sir, just - just impossible. I mean, ye - yesterday it was just - just -,” “I know! I know!” the doctor shouted, agitation dripping from every pore. He ceased his pacing and stared through the screen. “It’s not supposed to happen. It’s just - not.” Humphrey, who’s fear had now extended to the damage his damp palms were causing his papers, clasped his hair and exhaled slowly. He tried to wipe his hands on his jacket, but he only succeeded in covering them with fibres. “How are we going to explain this?” the doctor muttered. “The machine was meant to kill, not dance!” © 2013 SpoonReviews
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