When the T’sa finished watering the plant that fed the machine, the Sai’ash youth leapt onto the vehicle. It leapt onto its feet and bounded through the streets of Juraidia.
The joy-rider whooped as people scattered out of the way. One leg caught the awning of a fruit stand, tipping it and scattering fruit in the streets.
The machine crashed. He looked up, dazed, saw two figures standing over him. There was no mistaking the gods of justice.
“We gave you many chances to mend your ways, boy…”
“You will get what you deserve…”
1 comment:
It took a second read-through for me to get what was going on here, but I think that might be normal for such short stories. It's hard to put a lot of information into them. All in all, nice work... though I get a much stronger SF feeling off od this than I think I'm supposed to.
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