The clock showed 11:58AM. The computers and machinery around me were humming with energy. I sat strapped tightly to the cloning chair so I wouldn’t move too much once the teleportation process began.
The Black Market at Costco
I’m going to tell you a story that may or may not have taken place at Costco. It’s a story so wild that it may or may not have ever happened. Actually, who am I kidding? I totally made this shit up.
Father’s Day, 2043
people. Back then, her father would say, you didn’t have to hunt or forage for food. Everybody had a job to do, and when you did it, you got money for it. All you had to do to make a living was do your job and get your money. With the money, you could trade it for food, shelter, tools, or whatever you needed.
A Ghost of Solitude
As the man’s boots crunched through the twigs and leaves along the mountain path, his thoughts went back to his wife. Her funeral was last Sunday. Breast cancer, and she was only forty-one. God had taken the last thing he truly loved in life. Now he just walked. Morning until night, he walked his empty Earth. Was God really so cruel?
Spring in the Garden of Inequality
“Good morning!” said one flower to another.
“Hi!” said the other flower, a bright yellow dandelion.
“I’m so glad it’s spring again,” said the first flower, a daffodil.
“The winter was so long. Now I can’t wait for the bees to find us,” said the dandelion.