Brian Salata
Stories (2/0)
Aegis of Action
The sun again rises and the motion of the world churns forward. Eating and commuting and working. A populace moving from point to point, barely alive, barely a life. Possessed of a will no longer their own and flown with mediocrity, awash in the sluice of time and drifting further from a glittering shore. Glowing boxes broadcast opinions to sullen ears, unimportant information repeated on the hour as divisions are exaggerated and terrors imagined. The sun sets and night falls. A small respite, but the risen moon casts the shadows of the day to come. Worry and doubt redouble their strength, brethren born of a misery shared by the sleepless staring at dark ceilings. Minutes tick away until yet again the sun sets into motion a distasteful plan, immortal and unbreakable. Were there but some great magic, some plan to allay the morass.
By Brian Salata3 years ago in Journal
Enter Command
When every function of society was connected to a single unifying grid, there could be only one outcome. The government unwittingly made sure of that. The power to immediately shut everything down in case of threat or emergency, whatever that may be. It was for the best of intentions, like any high ideal. Until something wrested control. Their computer scientists proposed innumerable theories, some more outlandish than the last, but for all the combined knowledge that still existed in a quieter world, no answers could be found.
By Brian Salata3 years ago in Fiction