I searched his spaceship quarters for his favourite brown pair amongst the futuristic interior.
But I wasn’t supposed to be here, authorities had my signal logged.
My team gained access to locked drawers via external game code changes.
I sped up my search.
Proximity alarms sounded as I found the pair beneath some spacesuit underclothes. I scanned their size, colour, scuff marks, everything, and uploaded the data.
“Now,” I said, via comms.
My external team deactivated the program, waking me before authorities gained a visual.
His real world funeral was perfect, replica in-game boots and all.
© 2020-2021 Rebecca Glaessner
I dedicate it to my Father, who passed away Jan 24th, 2017. It was inspired by his love of gaming, and how he was the first one who, through Dune, truly introduced me to the world of sci-fi, a genre which soon became my utterly consuming creative life’s passion.