What I couldn’t figure out
was why they’d built Palmerston Sprawl so far away from the pad in the first place, a syntax error so freaking massive that only the driver of the new mega freaked corporation train ever saw the funny side of it,…
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Fiction
Of course, there’s no point writing oneself into a corner or being labelled a one trick poet. So I’ve started writing fiction. Actually, I’ve always written prose. Poetry is for – oops.
A butterfly soft-ploded against the plastic perimeter of my sunshades
The thought struck me that the thought had struck me before. The brilliant idea, I mean. Then it came again, like an atom into being. My life as a daydream. Once they realised even robots get stunted, they started switching…
I took a belt down to the corner of Sunrise and Annie
My soft kit waited there, filled with crisp, lemon-scented clothes Ñ or so I hoped. As did Tyrone and a couple of the other shift-bitters, I guess. Together they represented my top-end-of-tech laundromat worm of choice – Bubblas. A franchise…
Rosco looked at me with thinly-veiled contempt
“Six hundred will buy you a box and a screen. Maybe a Scancil sharpener thrown in, you know, steak-knives type deal.” He tapped the linoleum counter with his Scancil unit and pretended to be interested in his own store’s catalogue,…