Unevolved Twits

I gave myself a writing challenge. I put out an open call on facebook for individuals willing to let me write their Dystopia Rising characters. I explained that I want to write more than just Jeanie, that I’d work with the individual who plays each character. But, it’s a chance for me to work on my writing skills by challenging me to branch out into other characters. So, here it is. The second of my Dystopia Rising Friend Fictions.

Also note, for those who were a part of Uprise, this is set before the burning of Bravo by Mustang. Don’t take this as canon.


Seconds ticked by. Simultaneously the fastest seconds he’d ever experienced and the most agonizingly long ones in existence.

He had heard many of the Telling Visionists discuss programs like this and had never given them any credence before. The signal, the sponsers, and all that other shit. It wasn’t truth. It wasn’t evolution and radiation and the things that Max had known for years. But they had discussed it before. Red wire. Blue wire. No red wire. The curie had always shrugged it off. But now, suddenly, he felt that tension.

Maybe there was a slight bit of truth behind the visions of the signal.


Nah! Crazy religious wack jobs.

This was science! Pure and holy. It was engineering in it’s majesty and darwinism at it’s absolutely purity. This was the pinnacle of his skills. It was a test of faith.

And if it happened to blow up and destroy the town, well then he just wasn’t evolved enough. Hopefully the town would be evolved enough to survive the radiation induced blast that Mustang was hoping for with this delivery. Though, it was almost genius. The Remnant had to hand it to that bastard. Surgically implant a bomb inside an Iron Slave. Now waltz into Bravo with the idea of holding an auction. The people of Bravo would be up in arms to free the Iron and get them situated and on their way. The so called slaver and anyone with any remaining connections to Mustang would be long gone by the time Bravo realized what they’d been given. Sneaky bastard.

Removing it from the Iron Slave had been the easy part. What’s his face had done it. You know, that doctor who did that thing… Okay, so the guy was also a Telling Visionist and Max never really paid him much attention cause, well, stupid Telling Visionsists and their bat shit craziness. But yeah, that part was easy. This part, this was no child’s game.

This was Science!

Max wiped the sweat from his brow and re-examined the engineering of the bomb. The wires were crudely attached to some old world tech that was counting down the seconds. There was a blue rad rod housed inside a lead compartment, currently perfectly safe. But when the timer was up, it was designed to send a spark of electricity down… down where?

“It’s the red wire! Cut the red wire!” someone called from the crowd that was gathering to watch.

“Will someone shut him up?” the Curie called out without removing his eyes from the task at hand. There was a delicacy to science. It was crucial that he wasn’t interrupted.

Also, if people wanted to be unevolved waste then that was their choice… but standing around a live bomb like this was absolutely one of the most backwards and unevolved choices they could possibly make. They didn’t have the scientific know how to do this. So all they did was risk getting destroyed. Max on the other hand, knew what he was doing. Also, it was some amazingly intricate technology. How could he not look at this absolutely beautiful creation?

Crap, 10 more seconds gone. Back to the task at hand. That spark of electricity…

The remnant pulled out a screw driver and carefully removed a side panel to get a better idea of what was going on. The heat of the blue rod could be felt on his skin as he pulled the lead siding away from the box. He had to take a deep breath to keep from gagging. As much as he loved the precious and holy glow, his body still didn’t react to it very well.

Stupid unevolved flesh.

Anyway, his eyes scanned the contents of the box and he smiled. The wire brought the electric spark to a simple bit of fabric. There was a second wire on the other side. The electricity would arc from one wire to the other through the fabric, igniting it. Only the fabric was also wrapped around the blue rod. Fire plus blue rod would be devastating and the small lead box holding it would not contain that blast.

Max chuckled to himself.

It was so simple.

He carefully screwed the side panel back onto the box and pieced it back together. For now he’d continue to contain the radiation within. As much as he wanted to keep it, the Priest knew it would have to be carefully contained or the few pure bloods in town would throw up a stink and no one wanted to hear them whine.

He grabbed a knife and brought it up to the yellow wire.

Stupid visionist was now screaming that it had to be the red wire and he was gonna cut the wrong thing. Crazy religious nut head.

A quick slice of the knife and everyone around gasped, waiting for the inevitable explosion.

Max just chuckled and returned the knife to it’s proper place before standing and wiping his hands on his pants. He grabbed the beautiful piece of technology and whistled to himself as he started walking back to Bravo proper. He had to show Harper this piece of beauty, especially now that there was nothing the timer could do to set it off anymore.

The Curie chuckled. The visionists should write scripture about this day, about how he saved Bravo… again…

Nah. Unevolved twits would probably forget about it by morning.

Stupid Telling Visionists.


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