~ The Curse of the Redshirt ~
A/N For those familiar with the Star Trek series, the individuals from security and engineering wore "red shirts" and were usually killed or incapacitated by the alien species visiting the show. Watching the new MacGyver series, I have decided that this distinguished title belongs to Mac's cell phone.
He had come into being, sleek, fulling charged, SIM card loaded and programmed with the latest features, bells and whistles and a little arrogance, my owner will be someone important.
"Let's have a looksee" …Phoenix Foundation, USA. "Okay, not bad, a think-tank".
"Maybe I can figure who I belong to by looking at contact list…well we have Mattie, Oversight." What kind of a name is that? "Bozer?" Ditto. "Riley." Now is that a first or a last name? "Desi." 'I Love Lucy' still playing? Just Luv my humor. "Oh no!"
A big depressed emoji pops up on the screen, "that ... that means I'm doomed. I've been red-shirted, I belong to MacGyver. Well maybe it won't be that bad. Maybe Moto, Zete, Sam and Leggy were pushing my buttons with all of those wild tales."
He found himself, vibrating with trepidation as he was handed over to Mac knowing they headed out for what could be a very dangerous mission.
"So far, so good, I'm still intact, functioning and safely tucked inside of the backpack."
After being withdrawn to confer with Mattie and Oversight, he was returned to Mac's rucksack and the group proceeded to their next target. Suddenly he felt the cessation of movement and his sensors detected increased light and sound as the zipper was pulled back to retrieve him for use.
Once communications were terminated, he again was retired to darkness, engulfed not in the safe, cushioned backpack as before, but in the large pocket of Mac's pants and now his sensors now picked up a new motion, an upward climb.
"I'm not afraid of heights…I'm not afraid of heights" …Yep, keep telling yourself that… "I'm safe, I'm in a pocket" …no, what's happening, he's pulling me out… he's going to take a picture one-handed... are you crazy… they didn't lie… he's slipping …but with the curse of the red shirt… I'm…I'm the only one falllllling….
My programming memories are flashing quickly as the ground approaches and one last though runs through my processor before the impact cracks my screen… 'pride comes before destruction'…should have been more humble.
The End
A/N2 Want to thank missblueeyes63 and the kenyancougar for their support and help.