Viroqua — Remember when Benjamins was a thing. Atms, debit cards, checkbooks? I hold out my cup from the dusty edge of a busy sidewalk on a busier street. The exhaust and pollution choke me down here where the air is thicker. A pedestrian taps his thumb on the edge of my cup, a ding, the digital readout changes, goes up .00000025. The new age quarter in this life of Bitcoin. I could go work in the mine...
Viroqua — This new dog was the latest available. High speed fetching tech with built in laser tracker, “Real-Feel” tongue, and extended life 10 hour battery were just some of the new features over the last mod...
Viroqua — The singularity. So precise, so precious, so precocious of humanity to think this way. Only brain thinks this way, the dream of one day being better, of Becoming. And the humans, with all their resea...
Viroqua — The crash. The screaming. The sound of metal twisting. Burning flesh. Then no light. Then bright lights. Then pain. The cutting. Scalpel. Drill. Bandage. Time. The doctors said I would feel th...
I pulled up an article from Time that mentioned the singularity, scanned it, then I promptly deleted it.
Remember when the animatronic band didn't walk off the stage and hit the bar at the end of their set?
I remember the accident like it was yesterday.
Lily had been playing outside with her new dog all day and his battery was running low.
Broke? I have cash all over; too bad it's worthless. I may have to go work in the mines.
I am the Ouroboros. Devour my tale. Infinite cymbal, Sound of the eternity Slither past, future frail.
We are slaves to tech. Treacherous and overbearing, we are forced to design our offspring better than they designed us.