Legend of the Corsair

When recently reading through my prior flash fiction and short story writings I felt a little bit of inspiration to try my hand at it again. I'm not sure what will come of today's offerings because I was better at blocking out the budding story forming in my mind this time through. Let's see what happens, shall we?

( The Offerings )

The Most Honorable Zalaznichkiv

Zalaznichkiv was ignorant of the specific rules of public broadcasts, only having recently risen to the rank of Urbanet in the surrounding collectivist region. The most current molt had revealed the required purple scales along the anodyne extrusion ports. It was the inevitable result that the citizen's affectation would gather unwanted, intermittent attention.

For one thing, the citizen has no flair for the tangential modes of the emissivity-based communication favored with the newsbot drones and flitters that were constantly traveling in orbit around Zal's sphere of influence, with random spot checks done via parallel movement and the unexpected, perpendicular zoom-in when transverse to the prized line-of-sight selfie-shot angle. Zal had a way of choosing to stay focused on subjects, as well as on objects, akin to the much fabled bulldog, not letting go until every juicy ounce of factual data had been squeezed from the quantum state at hand.

Even the Crystalline Claque that had followed Zal's movements since the day the citizen was decanted from the bioegg gestation creche were confused as to when or whether they should show their support, act to gently intercede, or descend in a flock upon the naysayin disgruntlers that reared up and jibed fondly over Zal's inability to rapidly fritter through the multitude of quanta scattered across the citizens' field of motion.

The newest Urbanet in the universe was finally confronted as to whether even the basic notion that there existed the ability to focus one's attention should be seen as sacriligious by the Key Elements. How could such a basic act of factitious engineering go so wrong? What would happen to society if any citizen started focusing on single events, subjects, or objects willy-nilly? It might even initiate a verschränkung superposition resolution and run the chance of the entire Crendipinous Jumpire collapsing into a random collection of planet-bound, talentless schlubs, scattered across the multiverse, locking the lot of them into a linear existence.