“My friends, ladies and gentlemen of the Court, esteemed members of the Aetheric Brotherhood, I give to you… Gargantron!”
With a flourish, Professor-Doctor Alberton tugged on the golden cord. The red curtains tumbled to the floor. The audience gasped audibly.
“Sir, have you gone mad?” came a voice from the back. “Have you forgotten the Computational Algorithm Disaster?”
“Please, sir,” said the professor. “I am no fool. There is no computer-brain involved, but merely a minor aetheric spirit, summoned and bound to servitude. Completely harmless!”
With a rumble and the scent of sulphur, the jagged black hulk trembled to life…
DP FICTION #120B: “In His Image” by R. Haven
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