Talent

Floating across the wasteland came the siren song of the TV head. "You too can be famous! You too can be famous!", it said.

Radmira tried to stop her child but the lure of fame was too great. Out of the top of the underground hiding-place popped Lashmilla's beaming
adolescent face. "I'm going to be famous mother. You'll see", she cried.

"Lashmilla. No!", warned her mother, but it was too late, the TV head had spotted her daughter and all she could do was watch, frozen in horror, as the television headed mechanical monster clanked towards her only child.

Upon the TV heads face appeared the Talent show judge. "What's your name and what are you going to perform for us today?", he asked.

"My names Lashmilla and I'm going to sing", said the girl, nervously.

The TV head raised its hand held obliterator and upon its TV screen face appeared a scrolling warning.

"Warning", it read, "Under Law 5284,paragraph 12, section 6 of the Genetic Cleansing Act, all who fail to demonstrate any remarkable beauty, strength, skill or talent are to be obliterated.
Mediocrity will not be tolerated".

Then the smiling face of the TV judge reappeared upon the screen and the obliterator beam took aim.

"Ok", said the judge, "Impress me".

Lashmilla cleared her throat and began to sing
but not the kind of song that the talent show
judge had been expecting, for Lashmilla had been
blessed with a most remarkable singing talent indeed.

Her voice had the power to raise the temperature of solid objects to melting point; to obliterate them and, as she sang, raising her voice higher with each note until it was at a pitch that was inaudible to human ears, first the TV heads face was filled with crackling grey static, then it turned red and then white hot and then it melted,
spilling out onto the arid soil of the wasteland.

Finally, the TV heads entire head burst into blue flames and exploded with a bang that echoed for miles around and its decapitated body thudded dead at Lashmilla's feet and from all the
underground hiding-places round about her, the persecuted and hunted "Unremarkables" cheered and praised her name.

"You see mother!", said Lashmilla, smiling, "I told you I'd be famous".