Ghost Server

Alan P. Scott - Fictions - 100-word stories

no horsemen ride

GOD reached up and pulled the orange cable out of its jack. The server continued to hum along with the others in the infinite rack, though now it wasn't connected to anything. A single status light changed from green to amber. Not with a bang, nor a whimper, nor any detectable noise at all. There were no other changes to indicate that this, in fact, was the end of the world.

GOD dusted his hands.

"That ought to do it," he grunted to Jesus, who was hovering nearby. "She'll wind down in a little while on her own, I reckon."

—8/7/2008, 10/23/2009

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Last updated October 23, 2009

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