Prompt: Facade

Word Count: 507

Below is my entry for the Writers Jam 2025 using the prompt word, "Facade."

Enjoy.

Intergalactic Facade

My head’s spinning, and I need to sit down. It seems so confusing, I had no idea what my friends and I were getting into. It’s almost as if this whole world was a facade. But first, I think I need to explain what happened.

First, there’s the people I was with. There was that candy person called Qlicks. They came from a different planet and they were more of the emotional type. Impulsive they were and they are occasionally unwilling to change their beliefs and thoughts. I don’t know which planet they came from but they really were not influenced by the sweetness and joyfulness that there might have been.

Then, there's that robot, Model X, but we all just call him Xob. He’s cold and passionate. Emotionless is his heart, or, his motherboard. He’s usually stoic and he’s incredibly insightful. I mean, that makes sense when he’s designed by the smartest person in the Xektoralm Galaxy. But I don’t really know the purpose of his existence. I don’t mean to be rude, but I have no idea why or for what purpose he was created for.

And then there’s me. A human. Everybody always says that I’m the last of my kind. But I get all “soul-searchy” whenever somebody mentions it. Everybody always treats me like a convalescent just because I am the only human left in the universe. But I may remember something about humans, or maybe I really am the only one left. So, that’s me. Everlysia Kim. The last human in existence. Or so I thought.

In the spaceship, my friends and I were just hanging out. That was until we intercepted a very peculiar message. It was from humans. Saying that they have been imprisoned on a faraway and distant planet. Eager to realise that I am not the only one, my team and I sprung into action. We discovered some sort of old, decrepit prison island and we assumed that the humans were trapped inside there. So, we had to take out the guards with our powers. Qlicks used their candy powers to trap them in gum, Xob used his energy blaster. But me, I had a ray gun. When you’re a human, you don’t really have magical or special cybernetic powers that everybody else in the galaxy has. It makes me feel unique but it also makes me feel overlooked.

We looked through every single cage but we could not find anything. I started getting queasy. I cannot believe that this message may have just been a facade to keep my hopes up that I really wasn’t the last one of my kind left. My team tried to comfort me, but it didn’t really help. So we just went back onto our spaceship and cruised around the galaxy. Maybe I’m not the last human being in the galaxy. It’s a huge universe out there, with a lot of different worlds. Maybe I am the only one, maybe I’m not. But at least I’m not ostracised from the whole galaxy.