Gamer

A microfiction scene

“What are you doing?”

The boy didn’t look up from the game. His thumbs moved quickly across the controls, and he frowned with excessive concentration. “What?”

“Well,” I said. “What are you going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

I gestured expansively at the world around me. “What are you going to do about all of this?”

The boy angrily hit the pause button and looked up. The frown was for something else now. He looked all around him, up and down, side to side, taking it all in as if he was seeing it for the first time.

“Oh. All of that.” He returned to his game. “I didn’t do that.”

“Uh, yeah, you did,” I contradicted him. “You started this, and look what has happened. This is on you.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? Look at it!”

“I didn’t do that,” he repeated more firmly. “I started something good. It’s not my fault that it’s turned out like this. You guys are to blame, not me.”

“What!” I burst out. “Are you out of your mind? Fix this! You have the power to set this right.”

“So do you,” he replied sullenly, turning slightly away. “I didn’t do it. You did. You fix it.”

I sighed, shook my head, and walked away.

What sort of god was this kid?

I guess we were being left to fix it ourselves.

Thanks for reading.

Bloody AI art and its inability to draw hands properly… They’re always so weird…

Anyway…

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