I posted more than a month ago about how I wanted to get back into the original purpose of this blog, which was to write fiction. I mentioned a biweekly flash fiction story read by myself and illustrated by someone much better at drawing than me.
It is my distinct pleasure, and terror, to present to you the first of such stories, written and read by me, and illustrated by my girlfriend, Katherine Pulliam. We hope to be posting more such stories on at least a monthly basis.
The idea is that I will find a writing prompt and write a short piece of fiction using that prompt. Katherine creates illustrations inspired by the story, and I record myself reading the story. If you’d like to suggest a story prompt, you can go to Sasquatch Stories on YouTube and comment your idea on the latest video. If I like the idea, I’ll use it. I’m also interested in hearing what you think about the story and what it makes you think about, so feel free to comment.
Without further ado, I present “When Children Grow”, written and read by C. Michael Chase and illustrated by Katherine Pulliam.
When Children Grow
by C. Michael Chase
voiced by C. Michael Chase
Illustrated by Katherine Pulliam
These beings, God thought as the door slid open before the scientists, created in my own image; with the capacity to think, love, and feel.
They walked down the underground hallways of the research station, Genesis. They strode with the quick, excited steps of anticipation. They believed they were close to their goal.
And they were.
These creatures that I have seen overcome the forces I have wrought to order and control the universe. And now they continue in my footsteps. Reaching for the power not only to control, but to create.
“You really think it will work, Karl?” one of these aspiring gods asked another.
It will, God thought, knowing that Karl knew it too. He didn’t know how he knew, but he did. Some spark of intuition, somehow kindled by threads of data beyond his conscious thought, guided him onward.
God grieved that inherent quality of man. That which he had given them. From himself, he had given it to them.
“It will work,” Karl responded quietly.
He knows, God reflected. He knows they aren’t ready. The power they have discovered. The power to create worlds, dimensions… life. It is too great for these people who struggle so with their own sin.
Oh, Karl, my son, God thought. You know that humanity is not yet ready for this power. But can you turn away from it?
The scientists entered the secure room and the lights came on with a gentle hum, revealing the array of computers and equipment. Soon, the instruments were brought to life, and the anticipation mounted as they made adjustments under Karl’s instruction.
How I wish I could lift this burden from you, my son, God pleaded. But humanity’s fate has long been in its own hands… In your hands. Only you can turn yourselves from this. This power that will consume you all.
God watched, in growing horror, as humanity made the final preparations in the experiment that would seal its fate. The young gods, about to be born, arrayed themselves behind Karl, standing at the master terminal, struggling with the silent dilemma in front of him. To stop. Or to go on.
What had man done with its intelligence? Tools were turned into weapons. Medicine was turned into poison. Art to propaganda. Exploration to conquest. What horrors would be wrought with this power they were about to discover? With the power to create, came the power to destroy.
The quiet line of gods waited, soaking in the solemnity of the moment, unable to grasp its full import.
Computers hummed quietly, waiting for the orders they were programmed to fulfill.
And God looked away.