A Bookish Delusion_The Motherly Tree_THE WORLD IN OUR PALMS, SQUEEZED TIGHTLY_Morion
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A Bookish Delusion
I was six when I first escaped my body. Since then, I have done it quite often. Today I am travelling on the hump of my beloved Camel. I call him Makhtub. I can feel the hot breeze of dessert’s late afternoon against my brown skin. My chestnut brown hair are tied into a tight knot with its tiny curls escaping from the rubber band, making me look like a madwoman who has not combed for days. I am not alone; a wise www.onedoor.ccalchemist rides beside me. We are headed to the great pyramids. I have sworn to find my personal legend. As we spot, and with no delay, step into a nearby oasis to get some rest, the w...
The Motherly Tree
It was a sleepy afternoon under the Motherly Tree on Moss Street when a ferocious sound woke Ezra.Before Ezra could clearly see what was producing the snarling noise, a whiff of an unwonted and putrid smell wrinkled their nose.A clawing grind ripped through the still morning. Ezra looked towards its source, in time to see the growling edges of a gas-powered chainsaw, gripped by a large person, dig deeply into the fleshy wood of a nearby tree trunk.“Oh.”Saw dust filled the air, taking the space where Ezra wished their own cries could go. They were too horrified to speak.What were these people d...
THE WORLD IN OUR PALMS, SQUEEZED TIGHTLY
We had everything that we ever wanted. It took a long time for our species to get rid of scarcity, but we did it. The birth of strong A.I. in the twenty-first century saw the development of many things, including advancements in food production, medicine, climate control, energy production; it turns out A.I. solves most of our problems!This was not a win simply for the western world.No. The poorest poor in the world saw steady food production. The struggling middle countries, just pulling themselves out of industrialization, were given a new lease on leisure, as A.I. and machines pulled them ...
Morion
We can never go home.Morion is what they call it now. It looks beautiful from here below, though we are far from the sparkling city. In the wastelands, as they call it. Like, literally. We live side-by-side with trash. We work with trash. We are treated like one too.If you are to enter my house, you would need to open a hatch to a ladder leading down. That’s the door. And the windows? Instead of those open holes that made us feel a tad too vulnerable, we made do with some humble adjustments. They are made of glass panes of the olden days that we soldered onto the metal ceiling to let some sun...