Tobias Roote

Science Fiction Writer

Visitation

Visitation

When all the dogs across the valley stopped barking I sat up in bed and in the darkness felt the air pressure change. Something had arrived. Something very large, unexpected, menacing.

I sensed my immediate danger and leaped from the bed to the chair and threw on clothes, still in the dark; lights would be too risky.

Running to the front of the house, instinctively missing furniture, jumping over shoes and kids' toys on the floor, I reached the hall and composed myself for what awaited me on the other side.

Cracking open the front door I scanned the driveway. A large metallic like object had deposited itself in front of the house.

A door opened along its side allowing something within to move through it. I felt my skin crawl as inside me a morbid fear arose from the depths of my being causing me to shake involuntarily. Teeth chattered, I clenched my jaw and the air went from warm to icy cold in the space of a single breath.

Oh boy, I'm in deep shit now. The sensation of having nowhere to run enveloped me and in utter despair I decided to accept my fate and face this alien presence with as much courage as I could muster. I resolved I would not fall down and beg for mercy in the presence of this being, so devoid of human empathy, so cold and resolute it was.

I would be a man.

The being approached.

I opened the door to meet my fate whatever it would be. Putting up a hand to deflect any potential blow I walked out to meet my nemesis.

“hello Mother”


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I write Space Opera SF and books that encourage the idea that a future world with AI is not necessarily a bleak place.

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