A Cold Cull
The following is a short story in response to the flash writing contest posted by @aschatria.
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The snow cleared and gave the expedition a clear view of their destination.
"God has frozen over," said Randal as they all stopped to gaze.
"Well," replied Julie, "if God is a giant biological heat pump in the midst of a defrost cycle, then yes."
Julie led the expedition. Non-nonsense woman. She'd been integral in the original genetic engineering of the Pole People. The Frozen Giants. The Cold Cappers. They'd taken on many grandiose names since their dispersion, but Julie only looked at their grandeur through the lens of functionality. Those colossal bodies coursed not with blood but rather with a refrigerant that extracted heat from the surrounding air. This in turn cooled the poles. Climate change be damned.
The initiative had been massively successful, in some ways too much so. They had been engineered with the ability to breed and occasionally their numbers required... culling. Such was their purpose.
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I enjoyed this story. It was quite creative and I believe if you keep practicing, you'll get even better at it.
Thanks for the kind words! Yes, definitely practice is the key, I'm so far very much enjoying participating in the writing community here on steemit as a way to gradually better my skills.
No nonsense writing style matches your main character nicely. Good luck in the contest!