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date: 2026-02-02
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description: "Flash Fiction: Cyano Pill"
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# image: ""
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lastmod: 2026-02-03T09:21:07-07:00
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showTableOfContents: false
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tags: ["flash fiction", "post apocalypse"]
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title: "Cyano Pill"
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type: "post"
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---
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I've been interested in writing fiction, so I figured what better place to start than with [flash fiction](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flash_fiction)! I'll try to remember to title and tag them all so its easy to read any of my latest fiction bits :D
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## The Cyanogen Pill
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My glow is fading, heart rate rising. Not much time left by the look of it.
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I don't recall which tunnel I took to get out here. I really am a _dimwit_! I should have heeded the painted signs and left my mark. And all this for some rusted disk boxes!
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I double check my dad's hand-me-down canister -- empty. _Dark vein!_
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The low, rocky ceiling opened up to reveal a large chasm. I scanned in the dim light hoping for the familiar to jump out. Instead, voices. Voices!
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I raised my spirits and my pace, racing deftly toward the echoing chatter.
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~~I froze.
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Masks, beams, and a massive parked drill cart. Its the darks.
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"-- those flickers keep whining about the ore, say its getting harder to get. As if its hiding or something?" one of the darks mocked.
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I flattened against the shaft walls instinctively. I might burn out in the Maze, but I was not going to get snuffed. Or worse.
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"Hax, any luck over there?" shouted one, seemed like the leader of the group. Probably looking for more dig sites.
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But this wasn't new dig. In fact, none of this arm of the maze had seen any Delegate work in years. What were Dark out here doing?
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Suddenly a beam swept over me. My heart skipped a beat.
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"Yup, found her!", only feet away, a Dark steel suit rounded a corner I hadn't noticed to my right, walking toward the group.
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I shivered as the steel stomped past. Somehow they failed to notice me. Guess I thank the Ten for getting covered in dirt earlier.
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The suit's massive claws clutched a struggling form -- crying out, softly -- like a fish out of water. It was hard to see her glow with all of the beams on her. But I could have sworn her veins weren't lit.
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Then, I was seized by the stupidest urge. I watched as a small rock arced toward the suit and plinked off its side.
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