9/22/15 Killing

There was nothing he could do, he didn’t think. He turned away from the shattered window and froze. He was looking at desk, at the central monitor. The searing pain had dashed all thoughts from his mind. Now it came back to him. Now he remembered why the pain had taken him. Why it burned his nerves and threatened to burst his fingers. Why there was a taste of copper, of blood slicking his mouth.

He walked over to the desk. The central monitor had knocked over a half full soda, the liquid of which was dripping down the face of the computer, the small lights that signaled power and operations were dark. He grimaced and took a dirty paper towel, only partially smeared with marinara sauce, and mopped up what he could. When the computer was moderately dry he pushed the power button. Nothing happened. From behind him screams rose from the street.


He snorted. Fair treatment was an oxymoron when you lived in the docks. From the megacorps, anyway.

“No, no, shit no.” he muttered under his breath. The other right and left monitors were both read, no signal. He let out a groan, grabbed up his MOD.

he brushed the wet off its waterproof surface. At his touch it flicked on. Welcome Null, flashed across the round screen. He tapped it and the message was replaced by a dashboard. A series of numbers were displayed, fluctuating graph, a gyroscopic diagram, a cross section of a brain. He clicked the brain. It filled the screen. He zoomed in on the cerebellum, near his chip. He accessed it. He could have done cerebrally, but the added visual of the physical MOD was more concrete, it was less likely he’d miss something.

The screen of his MOD opened onto a dashboard of icons. The apps wrapped around the small screen in a spiral pattern. At the center were four icons. A flame, a rising sun, a brain and spinal cord, and a combined NA. H clicked on the flame. Welcome to FirePower, Null. Read the screen. Then it was replaced. At the top of his screen read Available Apps. A long list followed. None were grayed out. Null’s heart skipped. He exited the market place and checked clicked the rising sun icon of New Horizon. He found the same thing there. All apps were available. He checked the StemTek’s market. The same, he could download any app he wanted, free of charge. Null began to laugh. A hollow disbelieving laugh. He wasn’t surprised to find the same result in the NeroApp store either. He checked his data. The bar of available data was there, but there was no number for zettabytes he was limited to. The disbelieving laugh that came from his mouth sounded strange to his ears. Null sat down on the floor, uncaring of the shattered glass on his bed. Unconcerned, for once, that the screams and the herding of the crowd outside was unjust–that people were going to die. More people were going to do. That was for sure. But this time he’d be doing the killing.

1/2/15 or the day we entered the future

Today we entered the future. You took my hand and we stepped, just once, and in that distance time elapsed and we were no longer where we had been. We were in the future.

In the future there were bracelets that could project your smartphone display onto your arm. You could answer your phone in the shower, in the bath, or while snowboarding, as long as the phone was near enough that you could speak and the person on the other end.

In the future we had water that wouldn’t get you wet. You wouldn’t want to drink it, but you could spill it on a computer and nothing would be ruined. You could fight fires with it and it would deprive the fire of air, you could splash it on books and they wouldn’t be damaged–but books were going away also.

We walked down the road and came to a tree and the tree swayed in the wind just like the trees in the past. The wind was chill, as we had only taken the one step into the future. One day and the world had changed. With fingers interlaced we watched the tree bend in the wind. We breathed in sharp air. I burned my nostrils and exhaled through my mouth. When it is cold it is easy to be a mouth breather.

In the new day, new year, a year that was the future humans weren’t going to the stars as we had once thought they might. Instead of exploring our reality we had simply created a different one. Or perhaps the reality we’ve created is just an extension of our minds–this vast connection of digital space which cannot be touched or handled is just a projection and understanding of how deep our psyches go? Like a novel or a thought provoking movie.

We walked on through the town and cars drove by, still polluting even though we would have thought that we would have found a better way by now, but people are greedy. Then we walked down the hill and the clouds overhead began to toss and little drops of drinkable water landed on our heads and shoulders. Our strides were longer and our hands were still clasped just as they would have been in the past but in 2015 everything seemed to be further away. Even the tips of my fingers.

In the town people walked by with buds in their heads and their eyes on the ground. They didn’t look up because they knew where they were going. I heard their footsteps and continued to coast by until we came to the cafe. The cafe was warm and peoples coats were draped over chairs and the coffee smell was rich and dark and everything we wanted. When we ordered we took up our books of paper and we sat near the fire and turned the pages and every now and then I glanced at you and he were biting your lip because Anne Rice is your favorite and she had just come out with that new book.


12/31/14 or the end of the year

“Well, it’s been an interesting one, hasn’t it Frank?”

“You’re darn-tootin’. I can’t recall a year that had so much drama, excitement, heartbreak, and nail biting hullabaloo.”

“That’s for sure. Why don’t you kick us off with your top three stories of this year?”

“Thank you, Frank. Well my first story actually started way back in December of 2013, I don’t if I’m technically allowed to pick something that didn’t start in 2014, but I’m going to approve it myself, because the news all came spilling into the popular realm of consciousness in 2014. Of course, I am talking about Ebola.

“It was a good year for this nasty virus. It infected over 10,000 people, which is very rare for a virus that takes the life of the victim with such speed. Ebola mutated here and there, it made some headlines, and in the end became some more news to throw in the dung heap.

“Next up on my top three is Crimea and the piece of shit that is Vladimir Putin. Europe hadn’t even had a skirmish since WWII and the Russian dictate decided to ruin the ongoing record by invading Ukraine. Yes, a majority of the people in Crimea identify themselves as Russian. But that is no excuse to invade a whole country. Putin should have a difficult time sleeping each night because of the things he has done, however, I am certain he does not as he falls asleep on sheets made from Siberian Tigers pelts.

“Last on my list is Science VS. Religion. Not since Mike Tyson bit Holyfield has there been a brawl of such heavyweights. The man who once ran such a popular kids science show Bill Nye took on what might have been the easiest debate ever against a man who believes dinosaurs and humans lived at the same time. Apparently carbon dating is irrelevant. Ken Ham simply won’t believe anything he can’t experience. . . how he experiences God is a mystery to everyone but him. The debate itself was interesting if only for the fact that Bill Nye ran circles around a man who refused to address the issues and instead turned each question into whatever he wanted to talk about.”

“Thank you, Brian, for giving me, and all of our listeners the low down stories of 2014.”

“You bed, Frank.”

“Now we move into the year of 2015. A year that not so long ago seemed like a future that would have flying cars, replicants (see Bladerunner) and interstellar travel. But we’ve not come as far as some might have thought. We still pump gas from the station and overpay our politicians. We still snipe at those we don’t agree with, and we’ll continue to do all these things in the year to come. People will die and others will be born. Problems will arise and in the end everyone needs to work together in order to survive harmoniously. However, this doesn’t always work out. Who will be taking and who will be taken from? That’s coming up next, in 2015.”