ELECTRIC FLOWER


A short story

By Vicenzo P DeMaar


I remember the day I bought my first electric flower. I loved real flowers and always thought it was a ridiculous idea to have an electric flower. Until I got one for myself. Now I am in a garden full of nanodes, tritines, intelarchs and radites. Old world flowers smelled beautiful. And that was about it. Old world flowers were lifeless.

My favourite flower is Tria. A beautiful radite flower, she radiates in spectrum of silvery colours and she glows purple in the evening which is a wonderful sight. She also smells with any fragrance I can imagine, she transmits it directly to my cerebral cortex. She often sings to me by nights with three hypnotic voices which always put me in such a serene state that I feel like in heaven. Her singing indeed is heavenly and penetrates into my soul which takes the form of a cosmic vessel taking me on a wonderful journey each time she sings.

Tria is a special old radite of the first generation with amazing optimism, humor, and wit. She is a good listener as well, and I taught her a lot.

All these years she provided me with care.

Some years ago Tria saved my life when intelarch tried to feed on me, sucking all energy away from my neurons, while telepathically telling me that I have no purpose to live. My life functions were paralyzed and dying rapidly, and if Tria didn't pierce intelarch with her blinding white arc I would be dead in less than a minute.

She healed me and gave me back my energy. And the garden watched.

Garden know the rules. I feel protected. My life is wonderful. There are no wars on Earth anymore, no conflicts, no fears, no worries, just the eternal garden full of life.