This is a story about a soda(pop) vending machine in a mall. And everything is not as it seems.
Like an obscene vertical crab, it waited.
Its creators gleaned early on that humans could easily be lulled into an unfocused consciousness. What the Terrans called “music” was most effective in causing hypnosis, as well as something called “sugar.”
So it sat. As it played its hypnotic chimes over and over, it caused every reaction in the silicon-based life forms possible, from mild annoyance to overwhelming frustration. Its droning never ceased. Out of its plastic façade of a mouth it spat out can after can of soda. Continue reading “Short Story: Ticking”