Lactose threshold, another short story
It seems that I have a short story in me every two months, I just have to dwell on the story for a bit.
This is another ‘black mirror’ type story, that I hope you’ll enjoy. It has bionics, holograms, an evil company and fighting all woven into around 4,600 words long story.
The story starts with an exceptional baby, which has an incredible heart and a high lactose threshold. I’ll let one of the characters explain what that is:
“[…] why in three words. High lactose threshold,” Hex smirked. “As my body uses up all the available energy, a signal comes from the brain that says one thing: More! So, another engine starts up, but that one isn’t as efficient as the first one – it produces lactic acid in the muscles that slow you down. Your threshold tells you how much you can take, before slowing down, and mine is off the charts!”
What would you if that baby was taken away from you? Worse, if you gave that baby away to save yourself? The story follows Felicia Stallard, where she discovers that no matter how exceptional you are, you cannot push your body past some points.