NO ACCESS.
The square-shaped barrier flashed every three seconds with blinding light, causing the anomalies to scream, not in pain but in rage. I watched from the other side of reality inside the pocket space, my legs crossed at the ankles on my father's desk, snacking on potato chips.
The pocket space trembled, its translucent walls rippling like crashing waves as the anomalies pushed in. Then they collided with a pinkish, transparent boundary that bent their figures into weird, impossible shapes as they searched for a way in.
I chuckled, watching them from the small screen on the desk as they clawed at the boundary in rage. The barrier light continued flashing, a message the anomalies were not interested in accepting.
Gripping the crystalline Quantum Archive For Human Consciousness to my chest, I whispered, “so this is why they came.”
“They came for the Archive,” my father's voice answered gently, the tiny light around the crystalline sphere flashing as it spoke.
“Oh, Father…”
“I'm not truly your father, Noora. I'm just a consciousness imprint, a copy of his memories, thoughts and final purpose, recorded here for you.”
Tears pooled in my eyes as the familiar voice brought back memories. “I watched you die. Why did they kill you?”
“Because the Quantum Archive is a dangerous relic that serves a dual purpose. It can reshape civilization as well as erase it. To fall into wrong hands means the death of all. I rejected their offer so knowing what was to come, I saved this copy for you. You must destroy it after listening to this message.”
I was quiet for a long moment. The Archive was never meant to be inherited but destroyed. “I understand,” I said at last, gently tracing the smooth surface of the sphere.
Father's voice sighed. “You've become everything I hoped. I'm proud of you, Noora.”
My tears streamed down fast as I closed my eyes, hearing the sphere crack into tiny pieces with pale blue light bursting outward. With the Archive gone, there was no reason for the pocket space to exist. The anomalies shrieked as the barrier vanished and they fell into a dark void.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back home in my room.
I hope you enjoyed reading this short piece. It's inspired by the Freewrite #dailyprompt phrase "no access".
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