Aw baby(s) I know I been all quiet on the western front lately and you know I’m sorry but life been throwin me around like a gorilla that fukn hates a little monkey. I done been writing but this world be hungry in lots of places for it, so to show you I care ima start postin my little bits again here and there (the microfiction exercises I do with my wife while we do cheap korean face masks together). Take me back internet, maybe with a bit of lovin we can both die happy in bed together.
Here’s one:
Myxer
The Myxer sailed somewhere off the Whitsundays, the reek of booze wafting in the brisk sea breeze. Nano drones swarmed the air like mites, gathering footage. The cloud intelligence sorting through thousands of camera angles and years of footage to create the cheapest and most powerful emotional impact. Streaming it constantly in a fever dream to the world’s train rides and work shits, all the while the public manipulating the constant bender.
The Beverage Dissemination Officer was one of the few human crew of the ship, a savant constantly interpreting the Myxer app, getting beverage suggestions and targets from the internet audience and working in a blur of activity, making wild drinks and sending them out on cheap Japanese waiter robots.
Everyone was more than shitfaced, the constant running deep-and-meaningfuls a roar combined with shattering glass and sneaky overboard vomits.
Whether the Beverage Dissemination Officer liked his job or not was impossible to tell, maybe he didn’t have time for want or opinion. His concentrated frown was set in concrete, and he lived from microsecond to microsecond, buzzing like the nano drones, the biggest cog in the stopwatch.
And then, like the voice of God, an announcement played over the speakers of the super yacht.
“Sorry guys, we haven’t been picked up for a season 34. We’ll be heading for Singapore, economy tickets home will arrive in your inboxes.”
No one noticed, they continued to slam down random beverages and vomit and cry and fuck themselves into oblivion. And the Beverage Dissemination Officer barely broke stride, the app had shut down and now he was unchained. He made for the sake of making, because the universe had lost all time and contents. Drinks combined like chemical reactions in primordial ooze. New ones and old ones, created in instants by the divine, a constant flux of creation and consumption, with not a moment of space for anything but the frenzied now.
Skydekkerix 