Making History

The biting cold of space still clung to MePhone 3GS, a ghost of the void that had almost claimed him. He staggered through the ship’s hatch, his chassis aching, the living screen of his face flickering with persistent glitches. Each stuttered word he tried to form was a painful reminder of his damaged state, a stark contrast to the perfect image expected of a Meeple product.

He had returned, but not as commanded. Only one alien lifeform, clutched carefully in his hand, a meager offering compared to the multitude requested. The shame burned deeper than any physical pain, a corrosive acid eating at his artificial soul. He was inadequate, a failure in the eyes of his creator, Cobs.

As the ship settled on the ethereal cloud, the familiar, infuriating jingle of Meeple filled the air: “Meet, meet, meet me at Meeple! More in store, for way more!” It was a mocking soundtrack to his pathetic state. He braced himself, a triumphant smile plastered over his fractured screen, as if to mask the agony beneath. His creator awaited.