Terms and Conditions

We are consumed daily with technology. What happens when the technology takes over?

Terms & Conditions

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efeat was unknown to President Huxley and sunk forgotten to the bottom of his vocabulary. As Commander in Chief, his conviction was a strength citizens couldn’t afford to ignore post-recession. Gently he rocked in his chair and sipped Remy. Gently he minded confidence his meticulous plans could not bear failure.

            His view was spoiled upon weeds which grew cheekily throughout gardens of his private estate. He glared at random articles of dandelion, thistle and spotted spurge amongst unwanted collection. Huxley sneered away in disgust.

But a pin drop to be heard. Then two and tripled in volume of footsteps. Stomp clack click; stomp, clack click. They marched two by two Huxley estimated. Echo of chain sent shivers of satisfaction. He stood with a malicious smirk.

 “There must be dozens, sir” Lord Darnley, Huxley’s Second in Command witnessed from the porch.

“Yes” Huxley agreed

“This is legal?”

“Darnley, please! Everyone these days has Google stamped to their arse!” Huxley spit in authority. “It’s not my fault they chose not to read” he added and downed his drink. “Excuse me, I have slaves to instruct”

Huxley strode across the lawn. His charmed, sadist smile boastfully greeted troops who looked upon him in despair.

            “Welcome. Step lively. You didn’t fully read Terms and Conditions before clicking ‘accept’ out of free will. Now your free will is bound to my terms and conditions. There are weeds to never see the light of day again. Understood? Next, plantations need attention” 

Author's Note

Flash Fiction entry. I have never done this before. Please let me know, thanks!!