The inspiration:
A story:
Mother shushed the children as they tumbled, laughing, into the house.
“Mam.” They fell silent, glancing at the ancient woman. Mother singled out Seth, “My eggs?”
He grabbed his antigrav belt, hating his chore of chasing chickens out of the trees, avoiding their needle teeth, just so Mother had fresh eggs for breakfast. He ignored Mam, a First Wave, weeping over album images that rotated above her lap.
“Unfair.” Seth mumbled as he unsealed the door and stepped out under the two rising moons, “I’m SO off this farm when I’m 18.”
Too bad he could never go to Earth.
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Very Ray Bradbury-ish.
:)
I reread The Martian Chronicles a couple of months ago.
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He closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and sent out The Call.
“Come to me.”
He could sense their minds brushing lightly against his. A clamor of primitive thoughts, mostly of searching for their next meal. They had to eat a lot of food to keep their rapid metabolisms functioning.
That was not his concern. He cared only that they did his bidding.
When he felt they were near, he opened his eyes. He saw them flying through the air, as if in formation.
“Go now! Go poop on Billy Myers!”
The birds flew on, oblivious.
“Dammit!”
The boy watched as the Raptors soared and swooped past on their way south away from the city. He was used to seeing the little Sparrows and Starlings which had to keep flapping their wings to stay in the air.
He was curious why the birds were leaving the city behind. He knew the Raptors liked to eat the smaller birds, but those had disappeared a couple of weeks ago when the weird colored clouds appeared over the city skyline.
The boy had just crawled out of the rabbit hole. His mother had named him Alasteir, Alice for short.
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Clouds scrolled across the orbital station’s dome with pre-programmed randomness, birds winging along with a serene grace marred only occasionally by a jarring flicker as another hologram projector began to fail.
Zacheus stood staring at the very real view of the earth through the GlasPlas. So close, yet so very far away.
They’ll send relief. They’ll send a rescue. Someone will come.
His parents had told him that, time and again.
But the bright flashes they’d seen last year, blossoming below the clouds, and the angry red storms that had followed…they told a different story.
One without a happy ending.
“He knows.” Mr. Whiskers twitched his pink little nose rather meaningfully.
Thad stared silently out across the city at the rising harvest moon. He let out a quiet sigh of resignation. “I suppose he probably does.”
“Shall I make the usual arrangements?” White fur glistened in the soft glare of moonlight as Mr. Whiskers absently sharpened an incisor with a jewel-handled nail file.
“If you must.”
“Makes the carrots grow like gangbusters, ya know. Great for the garden.”
Thad sighed absently and shook his head ever so slightly.
“Do try not to sound QUITE so eager.”
Mr. Whiskers just smiled.