Category: Writing
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A Nice Cup Of Tea
It seemed such a good idea at the time. It was the brain child of a mad scientists, whose name has been lost to history. All names have been lost, along with most of the planet, but at least it smells fragrant. Self-replicating tea. Bound to have been a Brit that came up with that.…
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That Buzzing You Hear
His fingers gripped the edge of the podium so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. He never seemed to sweat, but he looked decidedly uncomfortable as he spoke. “And so,” he said, hinting at winding things up. “That’s why I have decided to sell the world.” The flag of the Unified Nations hung limply…
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The Power Lead
We were all sitting there, staring agape at the man behind the podium. He was supposed to be saying things to calm our collective fears, but instead, he was bloviating nonsense, and we were half-expecting him to pull out his tiny orange chap and start slapping it against the seal of office. I think most…
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Big Mouth
“He wasn’t supposed to win. Don’t you see?” The man paced back and forth a few times, then slumped into a chair. He lit a cigarette, and watched the level meters on the tape recorder for a moment, before taking a deep drag and exhaling. “He was supposed to make it a close, divisive, and…
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Bliss
“It sits in the happy centre of the brain, and constantly stimulates it.” That’s how is was sold to us. It had a science-sounding name, but we all called it The Bliss Chip. We stuck it in our heads voluntarily, and for a long time, the lines formed around the block to get one. It…
