Overly Demented Situation Transpiring: A Five Hundred Word Odyssey:

A year and it had been spent stuck aboard a vessel destined for parts unknown—Deckard R Hayate had been stuck to wonder the oddities of life for six months, but only managed to become a disillusioned wreck when he finally realised that the coffee he had been drinking for the past years was a total and complete lie. The very essence of human existences could be summed up in one simple cup of branded coffee—to him—and went simply: “It claims to be the best tasting coffee in the universe, but suffers from the flawed perspective of the universe forever expanding into the deeper and darker realms of non-existences.” He simply realised that no matter how anyone perceived one cup of coffee claiming to be the best tasting coffee in the universe was clearly speaking from its own ass.

If every cup was the best, how could the one he drank on Tuesday be the best when he thought the one on Friday tasted somehow better? He found himself delving into a pit of personal hell, wondering on the smallest details of life had driven him past rational thought when he thought reprogramming one of the computers to speak only in riddles—he had also found time to master riddles in the six months before his six months of complete and utter collapse of a sane human. Space had brought several realisations in between moments of his growing madness: One) he was never going to encounter anything like 2001: A Space Odyssey. Two) his computer would never be able to imitate Hal’s voice. And Three) he was never going to see Earth again. A year away from ever returning to the solar system and forever lost to everyone he had ever known—though he found himself secretly relieved about the prospect of never having to remember anyone’s birthday again or face another human being in his life.

His disillusionment had managed to give him some sense of joy, when he considered the worst part of his last line of work—the people were the flawed part of everything. At least say within a well lit bridge staring out into the emptiness of space, he could finally enjoy the endlessness without interruption, though he knew that was a lie whenever a red beeping light went off and he was met with the distinct tone of the ship’s computer speaking like a person unable to accept the idea of other people able to have an opinion.

‘I thought it was pretty good,’ Were its first words each time it came about to interact with him—disillusionment hadn’t been escaped by the last six months and so carried itself on by watching anything it had stored for Deckard’s entertainment. The irony of the AI decent into hell meant that Deckard would have a firsthand account of it occurring within a machine, but far out into the unforeseen depths of space, there was no one else. Deckard and a computer shared each other’s company as their vessel slowly made itself a mere memory to anyone involved with Project O.D.S.T.

Thought of the Day: October 25th:

Realises the story above has more than five hundred words, but it seemed like a nice sounding title. Also I realise it might make little sense, but I’m trying to conceive strange ideas into five hundred words first.