Up To The House_Market Miraclenomics_Sleep Well, Dr. Peters_Promethean
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Up To The House
It's only a prison if you want out.Then, once released, it was an overwhelming sense of misanthropy that drove me to wildness. I moved into the van initially to avoid murdering my new lwww.onedoor.ccandlord and two neighbors. For half a decade, before my imprisonment, I maintained a front that earned me top dollar from my clients. All the while to earn those dollars I had to pulge secrets complete with verifiable evidence. I made a lot of money and ruined a lot of lives during that time. The van I occupied beside a pond ceased to feel sufficiently remote. When the college just through the woods felt too cl...
Market Miraclenomics
“Well, hey there!” said an animated mote of light with cartoonish eyes and a pleasant smile from the job orientation video I was asked to watch. “We welcome you to the most premier miraclenomic firm in the world; Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, and Raphael, or what we colloquially call MGUR.”The flying mote of light giggled then said, “Follow me! I’ll show you around!” It twirled then streamed across the screen as a ribbon of light, and the camera panned to the MGUR building, previously called the One World Trade Center. Then, the screen transitioned with a kaleidoscopic blur reminiscent of a public...
Sleep Well, Dr. Peters
Every week of November we’re given little surprise events. They pop up around our little town almost overnight and disappear just as quickly. One year a string of balloons were released into the sky and the few lucky people who could catch them were given elite invites to a grand party. Sometimes, things are spiced up and take the form of a treasure hunt with little clues, hints, and surprises waiting for the town to find and fight over.It’s a shit show really. But it adds a bit of excitement to people’s lives. The mayor of our town thought it would build community spirit and “unite us in tryi...
Promethean
By the time people realized that it was critical, it was too late. The virus had slipped through our usually zealous defences of overreaction and sensationalism by appearing much less than it was. That, and the world was crisis-weary. Another plague. Another fire. Another hurricane. It was as though the planet were mustering its own manner of counter-offences to answer the unabating insults of human development. The bacterium mobilized voraciously, and to devastating effect.* * *I looked out over the North Shore. The electric glow thrummed and sparkled against the late sky, belying the di...