Rex and the Man: SF

There had been forty darks since the man died. A red light blinked in the corner of Rex's eyes, an alarm that matched the red light blinking on the new-man-place. The Man had not emerged. After thirty darks, the Man was supposed to leave the new-man-place. He would smell funny, but he would smile and call Rex's name and scratch him behind the ears in just the right place. Then he would go in the shower and put on skins that made him smell more like the Man should.


Inspiration: DeviantArt painting of dog alone, staring out of overgrown ruin. https://www.deviantart.com/art/Alone-701194787
Story potential: Low.
Notes: So the dog goes on a quest to find someone to fix the cloning tank, and he finds a child, and it ends up becoming part of the pack. Meh.