Exposure_A Better Man_Idorean_Welcome to the New Age
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Exposure
‘It’s nothing’ Dr Lachlan declared, after examining me. ‘Just a cold. One of the staff must have brought the germs in.’ Her nose crinkled. She looked around the sanitary, white interior of my bunker, evidently irritated that the outside world had managed to penetrate the place. ‘You’re getting fat, though. Ted’s been giving you sweets again, hasn’t he?’ I said nothing, and avoided her gaze. She sniffed and looked around the room. There wasn’t much to see: a desk with a couple of exercise books and pens, a neatly ordered bookshelf, an armchair with a coffee table, on which was a stack of magazi...
A Better Man
On the semi-terraformed planet of Mars, a middle-aged man enters the Red Rover Casino via an oversized pair of sliding translucent carbyne main entry doors. The traffic noise from the protected electric vehicle and pedestrian path briefly mingles with the ding-dong ringing of electronic slots and the metallic jingle of token payouts before the doors glide shut behind him to latch with a buzz. Ever since the invention of the Liberty Bell slot machine in 1895, the basic function of these mechanical monstrosities has remained essentially unchanged…gouge as much currency as possible from hopelessl...
Idorean
“Christopher’s Personal Idorean Device here. You will want pizza for tonight.” “Thanks for telling me. I’m ready for the recipe you picked out.” Twenty-two-years-old, away from my mother, and the P.I.D. makes the living easy. I like my hair short, but I’ll wait until the program predicts when I want it cut. I do like the new autumn colored shirt it said I would buy. It makes my brown eyes appear larger.Before starting the pizza, the doorbell rang. I sighed when I saw who it was. “I had a prediction you would be home now, Mr. O’Brian,” said Mr. Milkin. “Where’s my rent money?”Sometimes the pre...
Welcome to the New Age
“Shit.” Miranda flapped her hand out of the warm bed covers, trying desperately to shut up her back-up alarm clock. The bright light glared 4:15am. Loowww.onedoor.ccks like she had overslept which was becoming the norm. Miranda had struggled over the last few weeks of winter to make her 4am start. She stumbled out of bed, fumbled around in the near-dark to get herself dressed and headed out the door of her first floor apartment.Miranda walked the damp pavements of her beloved city, taking in a deep breath of fresh air and watched it puff out of her mouth, forming her own personal cloud for a brief second. S...