Emperor Dunklematerie walked down the street in his new clothes which were so finely made that he might have appeared – to the untrained eye – naked.
“I applaud our glorious Emperor who’s not only a brilliant scientist but a connoisseur of the arts,” one well-paid servant of the realm posted with a billion AI-generated likes.
Another showcased the ingenious tailors who fashioned the exquisite clothing out of the “density of the darkest gravity”.
And another remarked how pricelessly expensive those designer clothes were with holes in them everywhere – not just the knees – to cover the Emperor “in the cosmic void itself”.
Unfortunately, once a certain breed of children reach a certain age and before they reach a certain other age when they start thinking like they’re supposed to, there’s not much you can do with them. Thanks to them the whole world got to see AI-manipulated clips of Dunklematerie before their social media accounts where locked.
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Denise offers the prompt word “breed” for this week’s Six Sentence Stories.
Proverbs 16:18 KJV – 18 Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.
One of my poems, Words, has been published today in Whispers and Echoes. I am grateful to Sammi Cox for accepting it.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 