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Future Citizen of the Looming Tomorrow

On December 22nd of this year, as in others, you will be in full interaction and at all times accessible. A text window will pop up and you will touch it. The conversations had with Siri will be written into the fabric of this overcast sky, the pertinent bits of your processing will glow in sequence, These Thresholds Will Not Stand. Gray is even now no longer a subject of debate, inchoate mass though it sometimes seems to be. Turn on storage capabilities, create a folder for when this packet of silica gel is the kind you will be able to eat. Everything is archived, modeled on infinite capability, the spinning madness, the swirl and cesspool in the streaming commentary, trolls’ avatars dressed in delightful fabric pixels; you will feed on the newsfeed, Future Citizen of the Looming Tomorrow, and it will taste of agave syrup, overripe ambrosia, of fluffy cotton cloud, so many clicks away. Questions of the terrestrial sort seem to elicit a null response. The chronometers are fast at work inside their translation engines; there will be the search term to guide you no longer.


We’ll Poison the Worms

I have made a nesting robot in our image.

Behold the possibilities of new wave, the second to smallest replies as if ready to Casio battle.

There can only robot as many robot as you robot on over here.

The eight legged bison almost a form of proto-cinema.

For long have we fire-sticked the fire brought to us by robot.

Who dares not expose the lantern, the secret formula, the gift that is more complicated than imagined?

Burning shoes.

The phone directory, Wernor, will not know whether we were lion tamers.

The robot has thought of this already and in at least fifteen hundred other ways.

To watch but not have the silence of a cave as a kind of robot you can wear.

To cave and to watch, the same silence between robot ears,

Rabbit antennae when the processing shall remain subject to bugs.

The bugs are almost as processed as the rest of us according to several prominent surveys.

Themselves pasteurized for the sake of it.

Perhaps a robot in a pocket robot robot.

And the stench of fifteen more gears.

Pour it in a brand new cup.

-Mark Gurarie