Jason H. Abbott

@jason-h-abbott.bsky.social

Author and artist of fantasy, science fiction, and more! Daily microfiction, and art sometimes. Host of #2WordPrompt. Editor and publisher of #SciFanSat Magazine. Books and art available at — www.blueboarpress.com/jason-h-abbott

A piano roll spun, and ‘Daisy Bell’ played as a bounty hunter of wood and clockwork entered the saloon. Sid the Kid leaned on the bar. “I hate that song!” The repurposed piano automaton spied him, raised revolvers, and switched to playing Chopin’s funeral march. #vss #sff

“Who are you?” The figure in an astronaut suit taps the wide brim of the pointed hat on their helmet. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m the Great Space Wizard!” “Who are you, really?” They open their mirrored visor, revealing an empty helmet. “Nobody. Everybody. All at once.” #vss #sff

“So, this assassin robot, are we talking something like the Terminator?” The agent almost guffaws, then holds up vial containing a fly-sized drone. “Whisper quiet. Painlessly injects self-replicating nanites that cause something inconspicuous, like an aneurysm.” #vss #sff

“That domino mask won’t fool anyone.” “Its magic clouds perceptions.” “Fine, but why wear a red cape too?” “Indestructible, sentient fabric that grants flight is very handy,” he says as the cape twists and lifts a silken pseudo-fist. “And she has a great right hook!” #vss #sff

“You sure?” Andi asked, holding GBX’s AI box. “It’s a big change from being a construction bot!” “Yes. Install me into a child model.” She walked into the body shop. “Well, they have lots of androids.” “Gynoids, please.” “A girl, GBX?” “You’re my role model.” #vss #sff

They circled the Pharaoh’s daughter and the boy protecting her. His skill with the vibro-khopesh sword keeping the men at bay, she threw her royal Wadjet amulet at them. It unfurled into a robot cobra as assassins screamed and children ran for the Chariot shuttlecraft. #vss #sff

Outside, methane begins to freeze against the side of my crashed ship. Inside, the cats lie on me with unease. “It’s fine, Beans,” I say petting them. “It’s fine, Cornbread.” Twelve hours of life support remain. Distress call still unanswered. “It’s fine.” #vss #sff

He hasn’t noticed he’s been dead for six months. Unlike the others, I can see him working in his still vacant office. “Hey Boss, I brought you coffee,” I say putting a cup on a dusty desk. “Let’s take a break.” “There’s too much work.” “No. No, there isn’t.” #SciFanSat #vss #sff

“How do you keep a war between giant alien robots a secret on Earth?” “We transform into inconspicuous vehicles!” “What do you turn into? A bus?” “A space shuttle!” “Those were never inconspicuous. Do you have a third form?” “I also become a 19th century locomotive!” #vss #sff

He shakes the scout to his senses. “Sed quid existis videre?” “Monstra!” The centurion squints. “Elephanti?” “Non ita! Horribilis, spineta lacertos!” A horn blows as the primus pilus and his legion see the Iberians charge… riding giant, spike-tailed sauropods. #vss #sff

“You kept that dumb +1 Sword of Obviousness?” Gerrard hefted the numeral shaped memento. “Check this out.” He threw the steel plus sign floating next to the sword. It returned like a magical, ninja star boomerang. “Huh,” Ann said. “It finally adds up.” #vss #sff

The huge spider gathered up the cocoon. “It paid for a new face. I weaves-s it nice one. Young body, too!” “This isn’t—” Ronaldo shouts. “Now it goes-s! Or it gets-s eaten!” Ronaldo flees a flash of fangs, the former highwayman’s coat now oversized on her adolescent frame. #vss #sff