Ploughing the furrow

It’s under me. Wait. I mean, it’s beneath me.
His eye is missing. He’s begging. There’s been a bank robbery. There’s a
giant painting of a rearing horse on the office wall. It’s not an abstract.
The boss is into realism. I wonder how ‘real’ he feels right now. His
eye is in my hand. I have the money I owe him in a bag beside me. I robbed
a bank to get it. He’s begging.
I’m beyond deals.
There’s a certain freedom in having no limits.
The fireworks have a long fuse so the tension is unbearable. But nothing
happens when the spark finally hits the base. There’s supposed to be an
explosion. Nothing happens.
The bass from the sound system in the car outside thuds its way through the
walls like a washing machine.
His begging comes back into focus again.
How long have I been standing here?
I sway a little.
His begging increases and then stops. There’s a gunshot in there somewhere
and my arm hurts a lot. I realize that my arm hurts from the kick of the
handgun. I realize that his begging stopped because he no longer has the
ability to beg. I took that away.
I leave the money with him. Or with his corpse, I mean. I think. Did I
just shoot someone? I think I robbed a bank. I’m a man of my word.
I’ve heard that there’s a point that all paraplegics or quadriplegics need
to get to. This is the point where they have to realize that they won’t get
better. They will not walk again. It’s a hard thing to realize because
society tells us to never accept defeat. Society tells us to never give up.
Then they have to realize that accepting that they’ll never walk again is
not defeat. It’s not giving up. It’s a new beginning.
I’m at that point.
Wild dogs don’t hide from the rain.
I’m making snow angels in the zen garden.
It’s beneath me.



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It would usually start with “the year is 2094” or something like that but no one knows what year it is. There are no humans to measure it. There are no humans to care. The mascots rule the world now. Or rather, they scuttle and scavenge over the remnants of what’s left.
They unlocked the last sequence of the human genome. They cloned people. They found ways around laws. Some countries cloned cheap labour. Some countries cloned cheap organs. Some countries cloned soldiers. All countries cloned whores.
The clones were designed. Designed to need less fuel. Designed to not think. Designed to be happy. Designed to not think. Designed to lift more weight. Designed to not think. Designed to sell. Designed to be cool with being put in storage. Designed to not complain. Designed to follow orders. Designed to not think.
In America, they cloned the mascots. Ronald McDonalds, Wimpys, A&W Bears, Jack in the Boxes, and Smokey the Bear. Mickey Mice, Goofys, Bugs Bunnies, and Muppets.
The plague hit quick. Humanity went down in three choking terror filled years. The virus had escaped from a lab. That was years and years ago.
The clones were not affected. Something in their manufactured genes protected them. Blind luck. Some of them were bred to die quickly if they weren’t given injections on a regular basis. They died after the humans were gone.
Other clones were given the life span of their donor. They could get old as long as they could find food.
Most clones are sterile. Some aren’t.
The sterile ones died.
The fertile ones found each other and nature took over.
Biology finds a way to reproduce.
This is the endgame of the earth. These are the bastard children of greed. This is capitalization’s short lived tombstone.
The originals are gone. There were more male mascots that female ones. There were more animal mascots than human ones. A lot of clones are technically brothers and sisters. This means that stillbirths are common. The population is in decline.
The population of the earth is now 6,457. None of them are human.
They scavenge for food and rape each other when they find each other if they can’t eat each other.
This is one of the Nightmare Futures.



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