PROMPT

This week’s prompt consists of two words –

BLEEDING EDGE

The dictionary meaning is

the very forefront of technological development.

Go where your imagination takes you.

Gordon Edge was bleeding.

In itself that was not unusual as Gordon Edge often bled.

Gordon was a whiz at technology and was accredited with the invention of the Edgeathon, a computer-based machine that could with amazing accuracy predict the winning numbers for the Saturday Lotto.

The bleeding was all in his mind, he was sure, as though it was noticeable Gordon felt the bleeding was all an illusion despite the fact his mother would often remark that a large number of blood-soaked handkerchiefs he put in the wash each week was a tad disturbing.

Gordon’s Edgeathon was at the forefront of technology and was in great demand. As he had the only one in existence and had resisted all overtures to give over the rights to the government who saw one man predicting the lotto results as a threat to the lotto revenue. Gordon Edge was very protective of his invention.

He discovered that people were prepared to pay large sums of money for the information he could provide. It became such that Gordon became a very wealthy man, selling his winning numbers to those who could afford to pay for them.

The irony of this didn’t desert him.

He thought it odd that the wealthy who wanted his numbers must have wanted them to be richer than they already were, as he was quite happy to charge them amounts close to the lotto prize.

Eventually, he grew tired of their constant attention and announced his Edgeathon had been destroyed. His bleeding had increased, he was forced to stay home, elevate his legs and arms and pray his affliction might be cured.

The bleeding was wearing him out. He was growing weaker. He wanted one last invention; after all, he felt he wanted to leave the world with some legacy of his being there.

Over the next week, he put his mind to the job and was pleased his calculations were correct.

When he unveiled his newest invention people were amazed. Before them stood a life-size statue of a man, bleeding. The blood oozed from his pores, it trickled down his body, it disappeared beneath his feet.

People thought it miraculous, some thought it evil but most were in awe.

He called it the Bleeding Edge.

Written for: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/05/09/reenas-exploration-challenge-86/