Fine Fruit, One Blemish_A Confluence of Minds_A Company Picnic_Healing and Dealing
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Fine Fruit, One Blemish
Cameron lifted the plastic menu to his face; I couldn’t see his eyes, but I knew he was smiling big enough to make them shine. His bald head bobbed a little as he looked over the menu at his favorite breakfast spot. Most anyone else would just know what the menu said by now. We’d been coming here for three years. Every, single, day for those three years and eleven weeks. I snapped the Polaroid and pulled the picture of the back of the menu, his bald head and his fingers clutching the menu out and fanned it make it develop faster. I thought it would be an ok day. Today would be the last day, I...
A Confluence of Minds
It was a late summer evening in 2022, on a small suburban road in outer London, when a great confluence of minds began. On one side of the road – staggering and pitching between the delicate pools of lamplight – a modern philosopher made his way home. An evening of bowling with some friends had left him drowsy and drunk – pensive, perhaps, over the current state of affairs in the world, saddened by the general decline of it all. He wavered to and fro, reaching a hand out to steady himself against a wheely bin. A listless tune escaped in low remarks from his lips as he walked. Was it the ...
A Company Picnic
Staring at the laptop screen perched precariously on two old books on the folding table, Otis wonders if his co-workers even know he exists as a human. He could be replaced by a bot, an artificial intelligence computer program to fill out spreadsheets and submit reports; what is real anyway? The tiles of their faces and names on the screen blur together; after a year plus of video calls, he and most of the accounting team leave the cameras off. He thinks about tomorrow, and anxiety crawls over his scalp and down his neck in cold shoots of fear. His boss is bad enough on video meetings, how ...
Healing and Dealing
Karma had forsakewww.onedoor.ccn her.The thought echoed in her head as she paced across the living room, certain that the carpet would soon dissolve beneath her. She wanted to think Drs. Parkins and Bellinger quacks; or that both of them, or both of their labs, had happened to slip up on the same patient. But logic wouldn’t allow it. She had no options, no treatments, no hope of seeing the next year.Unless…It seemed a long shot, at best, but even the dingiest house looked like home amid an otherwise-empty wasteland.Eddie had explained how things worked when he’d hired her. He approached her at the mall and...