The oil spill, finally, has been stopped, and by all accounts the fix’ll hold until the relief well’s drilled. Everyone’s thrilled, but none are happier than I.
I’ve been waiting far too long.
From off the coast, my newest robot lurches to life and makes its way, unstoppable, into the city. Everyone runs screaming as my battlebot, seventy feet tall, crushes everything in its past.
My biggest robot yet.
I’m desperately proud.
It’d lain beneath the sea three months, waiting to be unleashed. I didn’t like to share focus. The wait had been excruciating.
But now the oil spill‘s capped.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Now that the Oil Spill's Capped
Labels: 100 words, BP, Drabble, Giant Robots, Oil Spill, Short story
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