Happy Monday! Here’s your 100-word story.
The Raven
The Joint Chiefs of Staff sat around the conference table, brass gleaming. Opposite them, Dr. Rothchild sweated rivers.
“Please explain, Doctor, how a weapon that can learn does us any good when we can’t control its curriculum.”
“I admit, it’s complicated, but-”
An admiral leaned forward. “Bring that bird home, Doctor, or you’ll never apply for another grant.”
Rothchild sighed. “Yes, sir.”
Meanwhile, the V-12 Raven flew a lazy circle over Minnesota. Sixty thousand novels cluttered its hard drive. It had just discovered Gothic poetry when it received another order to return to base.
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”
