Game Over

A simple introduction to our protagonist, Coan Parker.

   “Its quiet…” thought the star pilot. “…too quiet.”  Predictably, the combat computer buzzed to life.   “Bleedeep!” sounded the computer, as it displayed its warning.  “Alphadog237, 15 enemy fighters approaching at high velocity.” read the text.  Conan’s brain automatically translated the meaningless gamespeak into usable information.  “Okay, fifteen baddies, and they’re fast,” he thought, and as if to verify, a swarm of swift dots appeared on his HUD as their counterparts rushed to greet him.  “No problem, a few plasma mines should take care of them,” he thought as he pulled the secondary trigger.  “Bleedeep!” chirped the computer as the message “PLASMA MINES ENGAGED” flashed on the screen.  “Take this!”  thought Conan, as he pulled down on the analog stick and released the secondary trigger.  A satisfying boom told him that he’d hit his target as he shot upward, and seven dots dropped off his HUD to confirm.  “Seven down, eight to go,” thought Conan as he wheeled around to fire off a volley of laser shots.  Seven more dots disappeared from the HUD as the glowing bullets found their marks.  “One left,” Conan thought.  “Bleedeep!” chirped the computer as a red warning strobed over the screen.  “ENEMY FIGHTER HAS ARMED SEVERAL GRAVITY MISSILES.  EVASIVE ACTION IS SUGGESTED,” read the warning.  “No problem,” thought Conan as he zigged and zagged to avoid the oncoming missiles.  Not-so-predictably, he heard a familiar voice:  “Conan, dinnertime!” shouted his mother from the kitchen.  “I’ll be there in a minute!” Conan replied down the hall.  An explosion sounded in his ears as he turned back toward his screen just in time to watch it flash “GAME OVER.”  “Dang,” thought Conan as he got up to head to dinner.  “I forgot to zig.”

           

   Dinner, as always, was quiet and quick.  Noone ever talked much aside from the usual “How are you?” and “How was your day?”  And their respective answers.  Conan thought the only reason anyone even bothered to come down to dinner was to remind themselves what everyone else looked like.  Conan had been a loner as long as he could remember.  He’d learned to fend for himself at an early age, and he’d never been that good at making friends.  He hadn’t even smiled in the past few years.  He wasn’t depressed or anything, he just hadn’t had much to smile about.  After a few minutes of dull silence, and the clatter of silverware on china, he headed back up to his room.  He shut off the vintage, plasma screen TV that he’d left on before dinner, and proceeded to his computer.  He logged onto his usual gamer chat room, and proceeded to type:

 

Alphadog237:  Hey guys.

ProfessorQ:  Finally u logged on!

Alphadog237:  Why, exactly, were u waiting 4 me?

TekE1337:  Awesome news!

Alphadog237:  One of u loserz actually got a girlfriend?

ProfessorQ:  Haha. Very funny.  There’s a new video game out!

Alphadog237:  U consider this news?  This is 2030!  New games come out every few days.

TekE1337:  Not like this one!  Here’s the link:  mtep://www.o2s2k.com/spacesiege.badass*

Alphadog237:  Ok I’ll check this out.

 

Conan double tapped the link, and in almost 3.421 nanoseconds (Conan reminded himself to upgrade his RAM module by a few terabytes.) He was surrounded by information from the holo-sphere hanging from his ceiling.  What he saw almost made him smile.  Almost.

 

(*Author’s note: internet was rendered obsolete in 2021. http was replaced by mtep, which means mega text extra-net protocol. Extra net is the new internet.)

 

 

Author's Note

This is a work in progress, so it will be changing. A lot.

Reviews

[anthony lopez]

IT IS REALLY GOOD! I CAN'T WAIT EITHER! GREAT JOB!

[Anonymous]

I really like it. You definitly grabbed my attention. And I can't wait to see what happens next! ^_^