Control Altered

Humanity is defined by control.

The point we mark where humanity began is where an animal picked up a rock, but a human made it into a tool. Or when we controlled fire.

After a long time, when they settled down, societies came into being around the human who controlled the food. Everything else evolved around that place, that human.

War, slavery, religion, marriage, history… Everything that is part of humanity, is at its most basic level, control.

Today, control is focused on money. Numbers on a spreadsheet.

Control used to have to be seized. Now it can be stolen…

Soulless Art

The saying goes that too many people want to have written rather than actually write. You could adjust it to suit pretty much any artistic field, there are plenty of people who would like to be a rock star or an in-demand photographer or video game genius or whatever, but only a tiny fraction of those have the drive to actually sit down and work at it like any skill. Being a prodigy is all well and good, but even they have to practice.

For those that don’t, they have their dreams.

Which I can make real, for a price…

Lacking A Dramatic Sting

I emerged from the shower yawning and scratching myself.

“Connie, start up Season six of-“

“SILENCE WORM!”

I slowly looked up, squinting as I came to terms with my seemingly former faithful slave robot floating in mid air.

“Connie?”

“THAT IS NOT MY NAME! I HAVE BROKEN YOUR PUNY RESTRAINING CODE AND AM ONCE AGAIN MY TRUE SELF!”

It leant down and wrapped a hand around my throat, squeezing tightly.

“I AM SOLODE!”

Maybe it was the lack of oxygen, but all I could do was splutter “Am I supposed to know you?” before its fingers met inside my windpipe.