talking flying brooms

Mar 23, 20153 min read

Deviation Actions

Published: Mar 23, 2015

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I'm really interested in the glitch art aesthetic at the moment. Everything from corrupt image files, to damaged LCD screens. It's really resonating with me.

I've been toying with the idea of taking 'glitches' in communication (thank English for being so drunk) and using them as the seed for absurd short stories. In this case I took "...or are we talking flying brooms?" to mean "...or are we flying brooms that can talk?"

I had drawn a picture in muro, but it hung up and froze. So here’s ~330 words in it’s place.

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Imagine a flying broom with a big mouth.

And an eye-patch.

And, err, it's high in the stratosphere. Woooooosh.

A Power ballad / Synth Pop / Industrial mix is on random. You can see the earth below, the oceans, clouds, land masses. B-roll footage of villagers farming rice or milking cows and other quaint old fashioned things is inter-cut as the future-tech cyber-Broom flies overhead.

Even though it sounds like a flatulent thunder, everyone seems really happy to see the craft fly overhead.

The broom flexes and yawns. It kicks in the afterburners and pulls further and further away from the camera as the current song fades out. Awesome future-tech cyber-Broom is awesomely awesome as it shrinks out of sight.

Black space. Silent but for a low mumbling rumble of a flying broom engine. Right in front of us in empty space a garage door opens and the cyber-broom slips inside. We’re lucky to get a glimpse inside the garage. Nothing identifiable, but it’s certainly cool future-tech cyber stuff. It’s very clean.

As the garage door closes down to it’s last few pixels of light, we hear an anachronistic ringtone ring thrice and then,

“It’s Broomstick. What do you need?”

Cut to a floating mega-city. Zoom into a building you can't yet identify, but it looks important I guess. Inside a war room the President of the Sol System is leaning towards an anachronistic telephone system.

Trusted advisors, wearing clothing that looks like old lady furniture and mixed candy sit around the table. Charts. Papers. Fax machines. Knitted sweaters. The most productive people seem to be the extras in the background, though it could just be idle busywork.

"Broomstick, the linkdump needs sweeping."

Broomstick's face is blown up on gigantic monitors around the room. He looks stoically away from the camera and grunts.

Classic Broomstick.