Monday, 23 October 2017

Three Meals From Anarchy

You’ve heard the old line about civilisation only being a few meals away from anarchy, yes? Some people say three square meals, some say two meals and twenty-four hours, some are generous and give it nine whole meals. There’s also debate about if it’s anarchy or merely barbarianism, but overall, the point is clear, that society rests on a knife edge, and a breakdown in essential services is all it will take for it to crumble. Truth is, it’s not that bad, humans are conditioned, evolved, to survive famine.

A coffee shortage, on the other hand, that’s much more serious.

Sunday, 22 October 2017

Unmagic Words


She stopped, and turned around, hastily packed bag under her arm, her eyes cold, her lips pursed.

“You honestly think there’s anything you can say at this point? Some magic words to make me forget all my pain, to make me love you all over again?”

I took a breath, and then made the gesture the old wizard had told me.

“Not words, but movements, to make you love me once more.”

She stood, frozen, then put down the bag. She walked over to me, taking my hands in hers.

“Wrong middle finger placement.”

She broke it, then left.

Saturday, 21 October 2017

Perfection Avenue

It’s perfect here. Truly.

There’s no sickness, no hunger, no unfulfilled needs. Everyone has a home to live in, a job to be proud of, friends, family, love, life, joy.

I know you’re worried that there’s no free will, that submitting to the Overlords will somehow enslave you, but that’s nonsense. It’s not that we have no free will, it’s just we’ve been shown a better way, so why wouldn’t we do it that way? If someone shows you what’s been wrong in your life, are they forcing you to change it?

Oh, don’t mind the eye twitch, just allergies.