The drinking fountain

Broken drinking fountain

Drinking fountain, Pataskala, OH. Photo by Kenn W. Kiser.

It’d been easy to infiltrate the school; slip in during the early hours, follow the first to open a door.  After that, map out the facility, then find a suitable vantage point for surveillance.

Initially it perched in classrooms, but gained no information of value; children were not allowed to converse with each other there.   No, better to be in communal areas; there children spoke, there they laid bare their psyches, there one could learn what it would take to dominate and control humans.

So it disguised itself as a drinking fountain; recording, analysing, and communicating with the mother-ship.

Some time passed.

Somebody stuck a piece of paper to its chassis, another affixed yellow tape.

One day, a man in overalls set down a box of tools, rolled up his sleeves and pried open the fountain.

They found his body across the hall later, after one of the children screamed.


About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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