Contest Victory

As part of last weekend’s sci-fi festivities, we held a contest to win seven of the greatest classics in science fiction literature. But move over, George Orwell, there’s another winner in town: D. James Fortescue, and he’s the best winner I’ve ever seen!

The contest required a piece of future technology to be described. The catch? The technology couldn’t be visually-based, but make use of some other sense. D. James gave his answer in the form of a short-story, which probably qualifies him for the best winner in the universe award.


And now, the winning entry:

The black-clad form stalked through one of the many narrow labyrinthine passages, highly alert to his surroundings.
“Sonny! Come in!”
The crackle of static interfering with his earpiece, Sonny Murdoch barely heard the transmission.
“Can just hear you, Franky.”
“The satellites can’t pierce the darkness. Your sonar bringing up anything?”
A ripple of sound pushed out from him as he ran fingers along the smooth rock around him. He stood still, letting the returning waves of sound wash over him. Born blind, he had had the good fortune of an inventor father. The device had given his son some sense of the world around him, in the absence of other stimuli.
“Nothing yet. The Plunderers know how to hide their goods, and themselves, well.”
A huff crackled through the earpiece. “Ain’t that the truth. All the Academy’s intel says that there’s a trove down there.”
“The thieving sods were smart enough to have only one clearing on the whole planet, where they could land their vessels and hide their ill-gotten gains.”
“Stay on your toes, Sonny. They don’t show mercy.”
“That’s good. Neither do I.”
A returning wave of sound indicated a figure was approaching him from behind.
Game on.


Congratulations! You’ve won all these. They’ll be flying your way shortly, so you’d better put on a gridiron helmet or the suchlike:

20, 000 Leagues Under the Sea by Jules Vernes

1984, by George Orwell

Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley

Dune, by Frank Herbert

The Time Machine, by H. G. Wells

Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury

The War of the Worlds, by H. G Wells



About Anneque D. Machelle

Anneque "Dangerpus" Machelle (rhymes with ranger wuss) is a rebel and a rogue from way out west. Strictly banned from interactions with other human beings, she spends her days amongst molluscs, dogs and lizards, whom she counts as her closest friends.

Posted on October 18, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Thank you very much Anneque; you are exceedingly generous in praise and gifts =)

  1. Pingback: I won! | D. James Fortescue

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