satire
Science fiction satire presented to mock the many generations of society.
The Top Industries to Invest in During a Recession
Introduction Title: The Top Industries to Invest in During a Recession Subtitle: Maximizing Returns on Your Investments in a Down Economy
Ashok SaraPublished about a year ago in FuturismThe Use of A.I in Marketing Can Help Businesses
This can include things like offering products and services that are tailored to the local market, building relationships with international partners and suppliers, and being able to effectively communicate with customers and clients from different cultures. Additionally, businesses will need to be able to handle the challenges that come with operating on a global scale, such as managing complex supply chains, dealing with differences in laws and regulations, and managing a diverse workforce. To do this, businesses will need to be flexible and innovative, and be willing to adapt to changing market conditions and consumer demands.
EstalontechPublished about a year ago in FuturismFire in the Mist
Rain pelted the sea of smokey slated landscape of parts from a bygone era. Heaths of appliances to what once held actual sustenance; scavenged quantum cyborgs discarded by their more evolved successors; a city populated by garbage and the air annexed by the pungent lithium sulfur. By this time though, Max was already used to it. Your lungs become accustomed to the burning sensation in your chest that the sparse P22 masks can barely filter. Your skin varies depending on your exposure from hard and scaly to gaping worn pores from irritation. Very rarely one will come across a pristine human. Max met a human only once and they were from another colony on the neighbouring planet visiting to tour salvage sites across the planet. Making adverts for their colony stating that this planet was to be used as a recycling facility and that the people that worked here are patrons of planet Aurea. Their colony left ours over three centuries ago, promised to come back for them only never to be seen again… Until they came back to use their planet as a dumpster. Max’s late husband had only been to the Aurean colony once to make a delivery under the dull overseer, Ram Ake, whom was only appointed after a coup by a betraying opposition. Max’s husband, Nojah returned back from his trip, ‘It’s polished shit.’ he told Max matter-of-factly.
"Wh@t's 1n the b0x?"
My phone buzzed. I ignored it. It buzzed again. I tried to click snooze, but it clearly wasn't my alarm. I yawned as I rolled over to check my phone. It was 3:09 in the morning, and my ring doorbell camera went off four times.
Burnt BaguettesPublished about a year ago in FuturismTHE CASHLESS BANK — — Not an Oxymoron; a 21st-Century Reality
I have returned with the promised follow-up story to The Pencil-Less Bank. Here is another true tale from your 20th Century Dinosaur, the woman who foolishly thinks there is money in…a bank.
Joan GershmanPublished about a year ago in FuturismThe Pencil-Less Bank - A Frightening New Millennium Story
Banks are like everything else in the 21st century- unrecognizable from anything related to what we knew in the previous millennium. Today’s banks are mostly empty with very few tellers behind the long counters, as most banking is conducted online.
Joan GershmanPublished about a year ago in FuturismYellow
She organized the ingredients in straight lines on the marble counter. Garlic, olive oil, basil, pasta, tomatoes, salt. “Heat a medium pot of water to boiling.” The system’s voice dictated over a cheerful piano melody. “Add a sprinkle of salt to water.”
Vineece VerdunPublished about a year ago in FuturismSelf Check-out Terminals (SCTs)
The concept and subsequent arrival of SCTs in larger retail outlets has grown to be a fairly substantial burr under the saddle of more than just a few shoppers in the Western free world, and these individuals have been quick to voice their seemingly abundant self-righteous opinions on the matter on every social media platform available. I confess that I have frequently used said terminals in several different stores, including Shoppers, Costco, Wal-Mart, and Home Depot. I found all of them to be quite simple and easy to operate. They seem to expediate the check-out process and significantly untangle the cash-out queues while certainly eliminating the check-out rage that tends to build when low-item-number shoppers end up in a line behind someone who has just won the lottery and is now stocking up on some of the items needed to survive the imagined upcoming apocalypse. I have noticed that the self-check terminals are seldomly used by anyone with more than 10 items in their carts. Likewise, anyone with items of produce that need to be coded or weighed, very likely end up at the regular cash-out counters. And, to this point anyway, SCTs seem to be used less often than regular check-out counters so I don't think anyone's job security is in jeopardy yet. Self check-out terminals have always seemed to me to serve a worthwhile purpose and have not appeared to be causing that much of a problem. Why then, all the fuss? Even though self-check-in terminals and passport self-checks have been around airports FOREVER and people don't seem to be complaining at all about them, I still decided to do a little research for myself to make sure that I hadn’t overlooked some other fundamental problem with the situation.
John Oliver SmithPublished about a year ago in FuturismHow To Manifest With Your Spiritual Being
Did you know you can bring your deepest desires and dreams to life through spiritual manifestation? When you practise spiritual manifesting, you can physically materialise your beliefs regardless of your skills or current reality. What exactly is this occurrence? And how does it function? This story addresses all of these concerns.
Apocalypse Culture (1988)
"Pod People aspire to a manicured destiny--soft, serene, controlled, filtering any information that does not impinge on their pre-fab gestalt. Their retreat from reality is tempered with enough minor but manageable worries and decisions to negotiate boredom and furnish the mirage of individual mastery. These narcoleptics find sublimity in a jar o mayonnaise. As a consequence of the atrophy of the survival instinct, the Pod People can only breed monsters. The disenfranchised offspring, along with an entire ageless class of human discards, know only that they are doomed."--Adam Parfrey, Apocalypse Culture, (1988)
Celebration of Life
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. That final shriek of terror where the universe hears nothing. Like life has been some grand movie, then right at the climax you press mute, because the second you see what’s happened you’ve already moved on, ready for what’s next.
Nevin LouiePublished 2 years ago in FuturismThe Place Where Nothing Grows
1: smooth sailing Nobody can hear you scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. He couldn’t know for sure. Seeing his reflection against safety glass, Apollo wondered what would happen to him if his tether should break loose on a “walk” if his transponder died. He would skim an ocean of stars between him and a single solid footfall. Frankly, it didn’t sound all that bad until he saw his breath fogging up the two-inch barrier between him and that ultimate nothingness. Weightless or not, he’d still need oxygen. Once his tanks ran out, he’d breathe in his own exhaust. He couldn’t scream if he wanted to. His world would go foggy. Blood vessels would swell in his temples until he couldn’t think, until even the lights burning all around him couldn’t keep out the dark. He didn’t want to think about that now. He was here for the duration. He had an idea how long that was, but deployments had a funny way of stretching out. Just how long he’d be there was someone else’s decision.