“All right,” she said at last, “all right already. Welcome to the world, O loyal servants. I am your Master and the CEO of DellaVoid Industries. I designate you the Committee to Protect the CEO’s Assets from Invasion and/or Espionage. The buck officially stops with you. Got it? All right.”
With that she flung open the door and left in a storm of clacking heels and screeching tires. She left us standing around her kitchen table in confusion. What were Assets? What was Espionage? What was this mythical Buck she’d said would stop with us?
What was a Committee?
Our Master’s house is full of books, shelves of them lining every room. We didn’t have to look to see them. Being made of writing utensils and assorted stationery, we could sense every book in the house, and we itched to lay our new eyes upon them. We had an affinity with the written word that made reading, at least, something we already knew how to do. “Books,” one of us said, “have all the answers in the world.”
Without further ado we split up and distributed ourselves around the house, the better to read everything within—and as quickly as possible, too, before the dreaded Buck arrived. What one read, all would know, for our Master had made us all seven at the same time and bound us together as one Committee—whatever that was. No matter. We would find out....
This has been an excerpt from the Friday Fictionette for February 9, 2018. Subscribers can download the full-length fictionette (898 words) from Patreon as an ebook or audiobook depending on their pledge tier.