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Beau Garland
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Preserving the future. Improving wellbeing for individuals and communities.
Stories (4/0)
Subliminal Advertising
Such a cheerful voice spoke, “Opt out now to stop location tracking. By continuing you automatically agree to share Usage data in the terms set forth in the Agreement.” Jayden briefly glossed over the 146 floating pages scrolling with his eyes and passively swiped his head right to access the needed information. It’s not like he could go anywhere or talk to anyone without complying with some contract anyway. After nodding “Accept Terms”, the coffee machine started brewing. Every new coffee machine was like that for as long as he could remember.
By Beau Garland3 years ago in Futurism
Misreality
All the neurons in Jayden’s brain tuned in. He reflexively seated in the studio audience for tonight’s special report. As an athletic 6’ 2’’ frame with short, spiky blond hair, he fit in well with a crowd of similar appearances and interests. On stage were impossibly attractive anchormen and anchorwomen, presumably the best commentators in the United States. They fiercely defended their viewpoints with impactful and emotional resolve and Jayden just loved the tenacity to stand for what was right and banish what was wrong in America. The surroundings smelled faintly peculiar and the set pieces were of the most sumptuous, superior quality. The walls and raised stage floor were a giant perfect screen, where the official news logo and animations displaying a 25% unemployment rate migrated towards the wall behind the speakers….
By Beau Garland3 years ago in Futurism
The Uninhabitable Zone
A superheated humid airstream slipped under the silent sails of the white electric aircraft encapsulating Urduja, traveling low over lands once familiar to some once upon a time, but now alien to most life. Long ago, the rainforest floors wilted, burned, and eroded, leaving behind a vast horizon of charred forest and expansive detritus, with even invasive hardy savannah grasses stunted and browned, struggling to cope. Grayscale were the skies, with the vaguest hint of blue. On crisp white letters somewhere over her retina HUD displayed 41 degrees Celsius and 43% humidity. Urduja knew that south of her destination in Bogota, once existed a vast rainforest stretching innumerable horizons, a cornucopia of life, teeming with a density of sounds and smells, of light particles shimmering off canopies and flowers.
By Beau Garland3 years ago in Futurism