I've found nothing. For millennia I've been travelling in the same direction, towards the edge of the world. I've surprised with my senses capable of feeling every ounce of energy, motion or heat, even emotions from planets with beings capable of it. All my collected data still isn't enough for me to figure out if anything interesting exists. I'm a black box thrown into the cosmos and programmed to make do, to find a purpose. What am I really looking for? The universe is trivial, tiny, insignificant, inconsequential and dark. Today I'm going out, I'll be nowhere.
(Translated by Ioana Ștefan / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)Real Fiction is a collective project started in 2013 by Florin Piersic Jr. The concept of Real Fiction continued to exist as a Facebook group, after a volume of stories was published at Humanitas Publishing House. (In March 2023, the group has 10,790 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, with the texts limited to 500 characters (in Romanian, so the length of the English translation might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise on a topic that changes every few days. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, Răzvan Penescu, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
