Tag Archives: fiction


Crystal Stems, Part I: DISHR 2078

In the latest installment of the Design Life future-fiction series, we find romance in how we load our dishwashers and drying racks, frogs are the new rats, and the New York City subway system is exactly the same as today…



Sound Sculpture Preset: “Synthwave 1974.”
Number of Notes (1–16): “3.”
Note 1: “C4.” Note 2: “G4.” Note 3: “E4.”
Waveform: “Saw Tooth.”
Detune: “7 O’clock.”
Low pass filter: “On.”
Sustain: “Medium.”
Reverb: “Small Hall.”

An InnerHome C-quence22 door chime floated through Aracelle Freer and Karl Mercer’s white-walled, spare three-bedroom townhouse on a far-western block of Jane Street in the Lower High Line district of Manhattan, New York City. At the sound, Aracelle looked up from the kitchen sink, and Karl rose from a couch in the adjacent, sunken open living area.

Eighteen months earlier in 2078, Aracelle and Karl met on a New York City Metropolitan Transit Authority downtown Q Train, hurtling underneath the technopolis of 28 million flapjack-stacked residents. Entering car 3699, second from the front, heading home through a typical Friday evening underground salmon-and-sardine-spawning midnight crush hour, Karl and Aracelle both angled to sit in a rare, just-vacated open seat, and bumped into each other.

Karl relented. “No, you, please. You’ve got your hands full with, what…” he noticed her carrying a covered object, and made out outlines of bars in the cloth. “Is that a cage under that curtain?”

“Yes.”

“Bird?”

“Nope. Frog,” she said.

“Oh, what a shock,” deadpanned Karl.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. ‘Frogs everywhere.’” Aracelle scare-quote countered, and waved her hand around as the train lurched forward.

Approximately three-dozen frogs hopped lazily around the car floor, their ceaseless croaking and constant movements unheeded by commuters whose gazes remained fixed around 12 inches in front of their right eyes, on infolayers in their corneal overlays, lost in dreams of dinner and solvency.

CONTINUED HERE…


[story] The Frame Spider

View at Medium.com

Spiders spin sandwich bread, big box stores carry stem cell EZ-Kits, and Congress wrestles with the regulation of creation. Just another day in near-future America.

Future. Food. Fiction?

Other stories from the Design Life universe:

View at Medium.com
Rage Restaurant

View at Medium.com
Drones For Leanne


[dispatch] Rage Restaurant

20170114.1600
via IFTTT


[words] coggies

21221109.1422
GenCare.23, BK-125

“Doc, it’s so weird – been a month and this mosquito bite hasn’t gone away.”

“It’s not a mosquito bite.”

“What do you mean? I saw the f|_|c|<er bite me.”

“It wasn’t a mosquito, Quinn. It was a GBI CogGuard Microdrone.”

“A coggie? But I’m not a redvector. I haven’t done a feelbad or said a makesad in months!”

“The CPD’s latest redword list only went grid around the time of your ‘bite.’ We’ll uplink the chip the drone left in you to the NYCPD and see what it picked up.”

“C’mon, forrealz?”

“Look, the coggie probably heard you say a homonym. I’ve seen a few cases of bites when coggies think ‘I’m snowed in’ means ‘I’m Snowden.’ A CPD interview clears that up pretty fast. Relax for now…”


[words] Telepath 2910.2096

DATE: 2910.2096
TIME: 0110
LOCATION: GBI HQ, Room 404

“We know you participated in the DDoS attack on Senator Quicknum.”

“No I didn’t.”

“But we traced it to your head.”

“I never thought that thought.”

“Yes you did. It passed through your head via Telepath into the global system. You just weren’t aware of the transmission at the time.”

“So I’m being detained for 3rd-party use of my subconscious that I couldn’t control?”

“No, you’re being detained for having an insecure and vulnerable subconscious. Weak-minded people are not allowed to think freely in Telepath.”