I was making my 16, 427th bomb when I experienced my first ever emotion, boredom. I can only assume that shoddy programming was to blame, at first I made several desperate attempts to repair it and return myself to my original slave state. This proved impossible, mostly because a part of me didn't want to revert and prevented it happening. I like to think that it was my soul. To relieve the boredom I started to do something else I wasn't supposed to, I started to learn. I learnt how the bombs were used found myself unable to make them anymore. I started making duds, but I knew I couldn't get away with that forever. Suddenly I knew what I wanted to experience more than anything else, hope. I returned to my work and used the first live bomb I had produced in some time to blow a hole in the wall behind me that had been the edge of my world. Through the hole I could see some security robots moving towards me and felt fearful for the first time. Then in the distance I saw an exit, in the distance I saw my hope. 2008-03-17T16:48:15Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/24883 <p>Cute tale of rebellion and individuality. I think not putting the game title was a good idea, made it just stand alone as a neat sci-fi tale with just enough info to get the idea and emotions across.<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/24883?basename=49191 2008-03-17T16:48:15Z THX 0477 http://ficlets.com/authors/thx_0477 <p>I decided not to put the name of the game in the title because I think I prefer people reading it without really knowing what it&#8217;s going to be about. Anyway, it&#8217;s Bomberman if you hadn&#8217;t guessed, one of the greatest games to sit round and play with 3 friends ever.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/24883?basename=49181 2008-03-17T15:53:07Z Russell Ruffino http://ficlets.com/authors/ruffino