I am at high alert, poised on an invisible perch
In a town near you. No need for panic. I watch
the skies nightly for evidence of attack, my eyes
peeled, my pupils black olive dark. I do not blink.
I take this obligation seriously. An implant in my
left arm releases sense vibrations to the mother of
machines back at headquarters. Think mood ring
principle. Thousands of tiny lights are blinking
in an otherwise clear sky. They were not there
a moment ago. They are directly above my head,
in slow descent. I feel nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Fearless #68
May 2019