The technology was there to repair the damage. New flesh, bones & sinew could be made.

Revival was expensive, but possible a in case of need.

But the cryogenic chambers fell into disrepair.

Because nobody within them was important to any other than themselves.

#microfiction

The neuroprosthetic changed us. It restored sight, motion. Boosted arithmetic.

But creativity couldn’t be enhanced. It evolved out of humans to thrive in dolphin intelligence.

Then the skills to complete the machine evolution existed only in species without technology #microfic

When teleportation was realised, travel become possible in a blink of an eye.

You. Your child. Your cat. Your dog. A carbon copy anywhere on the planet.

And the original?

They died. Horribly and painfully.

But no one ever remembered that.

#microfiction

The militaristic advanced society was the most peaceful in the Galaxy.

Their world had sat in a tight-packed system of planets, where close encounters risked a gravitational slingshot into frozen space.

People came together to destroy their neighbour, not each other. #microfic

It was a puzzle why the 2nd planet in the star system rotated so slowly.

But once the world had teamed with life. As its surface burned, the civilisation exiled on ships that used the planet’s gravity to set their course.

The last gift from home was angular momentum.

#microfic

Astronauts were flexible, but robotic missions cheaper.

Cheaper to send 100 machines capable of 1 task than 1 human capable of 100 tasks.

This influenced the first androids: humanoid but with fixed skills. It became a reason to deny rights.

Adaptability defined life.
#MicroFic