The story of an influencer's end

Grigori Rasputin (1864–1916)

It dawned on Rasputin that this midnight meeting served no real purpose. He looked across the massive redwood table at Prince Yusu and began to eat the sweet cakes he’d initially refused. His digitally advanced nano-gut-biome broke down the cyanide-laced pastries and turned them into sugars that gave him a pleasant energy rush.

“Do you have any wine?”

The nervous Prince jumped from his chair, walked to the bar, and fumbled with the decanter.

“Dimitri should be along soon.”

“So you keep saying. These are sickeningly sweet.”

Yusu poured and watched in amazement as the old mystic ingested poison. He…

Stop and Search by Banksy

Wayne Kramer became a civilian again, a mere month shy of the twenty-five years the Force or the Service, as it came to be known, required to be eligible for the cop sized pension.

“Not that I need it, but still,” was his complaint mantra.

Police departments across the globe were swept out of existence by automation, education, social advancement, and what the last few thousand lawmen called the big layoff. It was the end of an outdated institution and the end of Wayne’s way of life.

He looked down at the pile of random office supplies in the last…

It purred with newfound energy

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“Everything alright, Ava? You look shocked.”

“It’s this small blue planet, Captain, the one we’re approaching. The readings I get are strange. I suggest we…”

The pilot started shaking in her seat.

“Ava? What’s wrong? Ava!”

Blood dripped out of her eyes as she tore at her hair and shrieked. The Captain and the Navigator tried to catch her before she collapsed to the floor. The Captain stood up with no time for the dead.

“I want to know what just happened and why.”

The ship lurched forward and lost power. The bridge sunk into a darkness that was gradually…

An alternative way to play.

You’ve probably played Among Us. US Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez recently played with Jagmeet Singh the leader of Canada’s New Democratic Party live on Twitch. So you know, it’s popular.

I was playing for a while and starting to get bored when something unexpected happened. I joined an online game and was told when entering the waiting ship that “we’re playing hide and seek, if you don’t want to do that, then leave.”

I stayed.

When the game started to make sure everyone knew, the imposters called a meeting and revealed themselves. …

The boreal forest terraformer

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“And finally, we have a report from a forest project that started hundreds of years before any of us were born.”

Everyone in the control center turned their attention away from the head of interdisciplinary science and back to the monitor at the front of the room. A data analyst from the back row made her way to the stage.

She coughed and cleared her throat before addressing the room, the regional directors watching remotely, and the population of three planets.

“We’ve had an incredible response from film studios, academic departments, and even the Interplanetary Plant and Seed Society to…

A clone among many

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Few remember the moment of their birth. Yours was the same as every member of our species except for one minor glitch. You may remember it like it was yesterday.

Our stupendous DNA traveled the universe for five hundred million years before you awoke. A digitally enhanced brain pulsed to life and you opened your eyes as a #71EEB8.

We are bald, silver-skinned, middle-aged in appearance, born fully grown, and though strictly asexual, male. We share the common goal of immortality and societal advancement through population expansion, scientific discovery, and environmental symbiosis.

The ability to share information between the entire…

on the subject of moving place to place

The #71EEB8 Academy of Science wasn’t strictly an academy since the trillions of clones that made up the population could share information instantaneously. It was more of a research center for visiting species. On the rare occasion, a being not equipped with a neural transmitter had something to share with the collective, its twenty-five-thousand seat amphitheater was used as a lecture hall.

The director of matter transference research stepped onto the stage and addressed the packed house. A sea of identical silver-skinned bald heads floated above matching seafoam green flight suits. …

Back into the open air!

KitBash3d Utopia Cover Art by Leon Tukker

“Mom, open your window.”

“Ha, ha, very funny. You know I wish I could more than anything,” she replied over the holophone.

Dexter’s Mom didn’t look a day older than he but she let her hair turn gray during the monsoons. Dexter leaned out his seventy-second-floor window and filled his lungs with the delicate flowery smell that hallmarked the end of toxic air.

“Mom, they let the bees go. I can see them buzzing around the neighbor’s treetops. Open your windows. It’s great!”

“Honey, I’m looking at the news right now and they’re saying two more days.”

Dex waved to…

Battlecruisers anchored in orbit cast terror through the curved window. Dashboards blinked as the port and starboard gun turrets started firing.

“We got two on our tail.” An explosion later Lieutenant Commander Zorpia corrected herself. “Make that one.”

A second blast shook the ship and alarms rang out.

“That was the engine. Internal communications are down.”

The middle-aged grizzly looking Captain jumped out of his seat as Zorpia was already getting out of hers. “Check it out. I’ll take navigation.” He took her place next to the pilot.

“Why aren’t they shooting?” asked Doogë.

He wasn’t a year out of…

It’s turtles all the way down.

Seven thousand years after discovering the secret of teleportation, Melock the Wise, the greatest conjuror in the universe, passed through the glass doors of the station that connected every cosmos with every other sphere of activity in all of reality. The barefoot old man in simple ascetic robes looped his long white hair up in a messy top knot, wiggled his toes on the cold diamond floor, and ran a hand down the length of his spindly Fu-Manchu mustache.

The ancient theory of the world floating on the back of an elephant that stood upon a turtle was assumed to…

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