PHOTO PROMPT © Anne Higa
Wheezing-gasped real time numerically marked by the birth and death of a deity was over. New microscopic gods were capricious. Similar to how antibiotics against bacteria became ineffective with over-use, viral vaccinations became impotent against super-morphing coiled beasties. We were forced to go virtual to continue…
Humans now live in 10-foot-square cubes, interacting with each other through installed holodecks. Marrieds get an extra 5-square feet. Children are Simprogs. Food appears via the Jetson. Sex happens in Sensa-Gloves for Singles. Mental health treatment consists of watching waterfalls while inhaling meds through nebulizers. Death-suicide chutes are busy.
Dreams are our only respite.
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