Up with another installment for flash fiction friday:
Daddy's Girl
After the revolution, when we killed the King and took what was ours, I had the Apothecary tattoo Daddy's name on my thigh.
Daddy is good. He's going to set things right; the revolution needed Daddy and he came. Some say Daddy ain't right, but I say we'd still be under the King, except Daddy came along.
***
Daddy says we got take back what's ours. Daddy says mostly what's wrong is the empire; he says the main problem with the King was he didn't stand up to the empire. Let them boss him around, always. Daddy says the machines are ours, and we now own the means of fabrication.
This is what daddy says.
***
I work in the Ministry of Production. Under the King, it was called the King's Plenty; but that is changed now. Today we were honored when Daddy came to see us. I was chosen among the fabbers to speak to him. I explained to Daddy how the Ministry of Production worked.
Simply, we buy certain classes on the open market; based on trusted patents. we instantiate specific objects as needed. For example, we have a general class class:pet; from it, we can create object: cat. Cats are pretty simple and we can decant them from the mold within a day or so. It is when we increase the complexity, say to meat animal or even warbots that things get difficult: not just in time to decant, but in ensuring that the classes are trust worthy.
The classes, especially for high end products, are encapsulated. We cannot see the information inside of them. We can infer some of the patents through message passing in the production process, but not enough to ensure high fidelity.
Daddy nods and smiles through all of this; he tells us we must work hard on the warbot classes. The revolution has many enemies, he tells us.
As he leaves, Daddy smiles at me. I am warmed. the tattoo of Daddy's name feels warm against my thigh.
***
Today, I got into a fight with the Plant Manager. We are all under stress. Clean patents on the classes Daddy demands are unavailable: the empire will not trade with us. I suggest we use polymorphism to use create objects that can do the same job as warbots. The Manager calls me a dangerous fool.
I report him to the Lights of the Revolution.
***
Being a Plant Manager is hard; I am surprised by what I do not know about bioinformatics. But I believe I have the correct genomic sequences. Tonight, we will decant our first polymorphic objects. Daddy has sent his Son to watch; tonight will be a great moment in the history of the revolution.
***
Dearest Daddy,
My name is unimportant. I used to be the Plant Manager in the Ministry of Production. I was in charge the night the polymorphs rampaged through the plant, killing your Son and many other important Lights of the Revolution.
I apologize. My time with the Grief Counselors have opened up my mind. I see now that I must have been a counter revolutionary. I must have desired the return of the king.
Through pain and understanding, they have cleansed me and made me pure.
My failures killed your Son, beloved of the people. My failure sabotaged the polymorphs. My failure has hindered the Revolution.
Daddy, I have caused you, the people and the revolution so much suffering.
But one thing; the tattoo of your name was no mocking. Despite my counter revolutionary activities, somehow, somewhere, I loved the revolution.
My execution is just.
Daddy is just.
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