Fuck the rich, they didn't earn that shit. Lowering the maximum wage is not just a meme, that's something that has been done in countries with strong unions, and it works. Lock the maximum to a percentage of the median wage. Actually legislate to prevent golden parachutes. But if we in the US continue to allow corporate oligarchy to control policy, the wealth gap will continue to create worse caste effects. (Narrator: The effects would continue unabated.)
Full-time artists are less and less likely to be a thing, very sad: https://lareviewofbooks.org/article/the-great-unread-on-william-deresiewiczs-the-death-of-the-artist/
The bookshelves stacked to the sky. Neridia goggled at the sheer scale of the library, and then began plucking books from the shelves as she made her way to the librarian's desk.
Autobiographies. Philosophy. Alchemy. Religion. "Democracy in Space: The First 50 Years". A gargantuan section of works on economics.
"I'm sorry, what is the name of this place?" she asked the little yellow spider with a complicated set of lenses on its eyes.
"This is the Archive of Sentient Mistakes."
Talking Will Win You Nothing
Puzzled, Thanatos stared at the shade. "We have foiled foolish mortal attempts to escape death before. This... is no different."
"I'm here, but my upload runs. It can be copied. To live forever!"
Thanatos grinned, tossing a USB key. "Ha! Your copies will live here, in Tartarus, with you."
For a deep-dive into the dangers of adtech, including more information about how real-time bidding works, read our report, "Behind the One-Way Mirror." https://www.eff.org/wp/behind-the-one-way-mirror
The pandemic is a political crisis of mental health. https://newrepublic.com/article/159819/self-help-hacks-end-world
I push my head down into the narrow canyon, grinding over the bumps and boulders. The resulting concussions and scrapes cause me to shout and sing, while the vibrations travel up my body through the electric tails of the two great snakes wrapped around me, their jaws soldered to each of my legs. Their slithering, bronze scales are hidden in the thin chromed wing whose shadow follows behind us as we spin, in circles, around the vinyl record. #microfiction
"The revolution will outlive me," he said, as the executioner put his neck through the Spinning Roulette Entertainment Guillotine. The crowd cried out as his head bounced wildly from red to black, slowly settling. "Red 14!" crowed the executioner, and the mob split into disappointed moans interspersed with cheers. The SREG wheel creaked to a stop. #microfiction
The power of the state lives under my bed, the small child whined. Mommy, do something! I can't sleep! He ran through the halls of the big, white house, shrieking and calling for his mommy and daddy. But he did not realize the power of the state has seeped into him, and when he finally found a mirror, he knew the big orange monster all too well. #microfiction
Octavia Butler on leaders: "Choose your leaders with wisdom and forethought. To be led by a coward is to be controlled by all that the coward fears. To be led by a fool is to be led by the opportunists who control the fool. To be led by a thief is to offer up your most precious treasures to be stolen. To be led by a liar is to ask to be told lies. To be led by a tyrant is to sell yourself and those you love into slavery." #quote
swearing, state violence
The police are tear gassing the shit out of people in Wauwatosa. Stay safe out there everyone. Our city council just declined to pass a tear gas ban and all the alders voting against, and instead to fucking STUDY it for a while, made a very bad, dumb, immoral choice. It's a respiratory pandemic out there and our institutions are gassing protestors in the damn streets. Fuck this shit.
"The plastics revolution? Oh, yeah, that was us too. After the bumpy landing at Roswell we needed a whole bunch of cheap petroleum solids to get back into space. Too suspicious to start drilling and manufacturing it ourselves. Yeah, when you send a bunch of plastic bags and bins to be recycled, that gets shunted to our xenoshelters at US Air Force bases. So yeah, keep on recycling! It's not good for the planet, but it sure helps us keep the saucers in the air." #microfiction
When James discovered he could teleport anywhere he could see, he didn't expect to later be hired by a market firm.
Turned out, you could make big bucks in arbitrage going faster than the light in the fiber optic cables and the radio between the tall steel towers.
James flipped to the top of the next tower, flicking through the night sky. He glanced up at the edge of the moon, and instantly he stood in the white dust for a moment and stared back at the blue orb. Wondering.
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