People come out changed, or not at all, says the whispers.
Called me in ta’ fix a drone. Remembered thinkin’ their workers looked mindless, till one leaned in, showed me circuitry boosts I never could’a imagined.
Wondered, why me?
Then they hired me full time, ta learn their subatomics, an’ I keep gettin’ a sense there’s more, ‘sif regular scientists hit a wall they won’t never figure.
Them that disappear, there’s papers says they wanted to. I got my own papers now, says my skills are needed off-world.
But I’m stayin’.
Human scientists need help takin’ that wall down.
© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner
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In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes whispers. It can be beautiful or creepy and any genre. Where are the whispers, who are they from, and what do they say if they say anything at all. Go where the prompt leads!
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