Time and Technology

by Jenunique
originally published at 02:28PM on Saturday, November 03, 2007

The clicking of keyboard keys was echoing off the walls. Flourescent lights flutter uncertainly as if they would rather give up the fight than continue to burn. Stale warm air tumbled from the ceiling vents attempting to push the chill of the season back through the crack under the door.

The room was small, by any standard of home office. It had once been a sad closet, for nothing ever hung in it. The previous gods of the house had no use for it.

A new god now inhabited this space. It had gone about surgically removing walls and inserting odd bits of electrical veins for, only the god knew what.

One day the god decided the cramped space of the closet would make a great office space. The house made no sense of the god’s actions but sat, as a good patient would, and allowed him to manipulate its very being.

There would never be the sound of babies crying and children playing. Nor would there be scents of baked goods wafting through the vents. No, the house understood fully. Time had moved on.




  • from Jenunique:

    Sorry for all the typos. Sometimes ideas come faster than I can type…..

  • from ♠Ana Cristina♥:

    This story reminds me of the short story Ray Bradbury wrote, about life after the end of humanity, when all that is left is the artificial intelligence of a technologically advanced house as it methodically goes through its day preparing food and washing items for inhabitants that no longer exist. I wish I could recall the name of the story! If I think of it, I’ll get back to you, but this is a great ficlet. Wonderful imagery.

  • from Jenunique:

    Actually, that story influenced this writing. It is called There Will Come Soft Rains. But I was leaning more toward an old house getting “upgrades.” I live in an older house and I know the first computer came in when I moved in. (Not that I am working from a closet.;^) ) I think there is life in a “home” and the house holds so many memories that it must have some of its own. Kinda creepy I know, but as they say, “If these walls could talk.”

  • from Capital "W" Writer (LoA's Geekus Awesomeus):

    That’s a great story. In just those few paragraphs, you really convey the personality of the house. Wonderful!