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First published November 5, 2012
“Blake had a web-enabled fridge... One of those ultra-cool, brushed stainless steel (sic) numbers that every yuppie in his neighborhood either owned or coveted like Old Testament perverts coveted their neighbor’s donkeys...”This was to enable, ultimately, easier reordering of groceries and such, but in reality, “On the plus side, the web-enabled fridge did allow Blake to check his Facebook, Tumblr and Twitter accounts while he ate Cheerios in his underwear.” Which is all anyone really wants.
Blake: “What, no hallucinogenic smoothie?”I would love an entire book about Max, I think. Edit: There are two short stories featuring Max in Pirate Therapy and Other Cures.
Max: “That’s only for breakfast, Blake, you know that.”
“Head of Accounting, and the most pungent man in the firm, who smelled like he bathed in cabbage that had been half-digested by goats fed on a steady diet of garlic, onions,and pure evil.” That is … very stinky!Also, the description of Blake after a night of drinking was priceless: “drunken-slash-paranoid-slash-lovesick-slash-hungry-for-chicken-wings existential ennui.” Another I really like was, “About as hopeful as a Dadaist’s chance of finding the penguin.” And one more: “... the wind screeching like an eldritch proctology patient with a large-fingered doctor too cheap to buy lubricant.”
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“"That’s the thing about the collapse of civilization, Blake. It never happens according to plan – there’s no slavering horde of zombies. No actinic flash of thermonuclear war. No Earth-shuddering asteroid. The end comes in unforeseen ways; the stock market collapses, and then the banks, and then there is no food in the supermarkets, or the communications system goes down completely and inevitably, and previously amiable co-workers find themselves wrestling over the last remaining cookie that someone brought in before all the madness began."”
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“...the little radio frequency identification tags that were supposedly going to be embedded in every single food item were never embedded in every single food item because nobody wanted to pay extra for having little radio tags embedded in their milk, broccoli, and jars of grape jelly.”
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“Then, as is inevitable at pre-apocalyptic poetry readings, someone threw the first punch.”
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“"Oh yeah. I heard some docs saying it’s an overreaction, but that’s the point, right? People who have so much of their personality invested in the Internet can’t really survive as whole individuals without it."”
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“It seemed that a goodly percentage of his demographic was completely unhinged by the lack of digital media, and those who were not catatonic were instead mindless, barely aware of their surroundings. But even the pixelated static of the Big Crash was enough to arouse their appetites; like human brains to the traditional zombie, the hope of digital diversion drew these CZs.”
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“…"But here we are, and you are in this incredible position. A unique position. I use that word as it should be used, as it is rarely used correctly. You are the only person who has ever been chosen by another intelligence to be its mouthpiece, its spokesperson. Nobody else has ever had that chance. Unless you count, like, Moses and Jesus and so on, but really. I mean, obviously that’s all myth. Sorry, you’re not religious, are you? I shouldn’t say things like that without knowing. Anyway, we think this is really important. Humanity is no longer alone. There are other intelligent beings, and we want to help you deal with it."”
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“To live for the hope of something isn’t really living at all, and so, like a child putting away its toys and picking up a tool, he marched to Lyca’s bathroom, to shower off the stench of failure, soap up the death of hope, then wash away the ashes of his love for Daphne.”
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“…"She’d heated a can of soup while he showered and placed the pan in the middle of the table."”
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“A few others gathered around the breakfast nook and took up the pens and paper that were still there to play a little Twitter. They scratched on their paper and then passed the paper around.”
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“Winter arrived with December, and the world continued to suffer the loss of the Internet and most forms of communication. Supply chains were disrupted. The only mass form of personal communication was the letter, and postal workers were having their worst year ever, as they were actually meeded. Food was becoming scarcer and more expensive, as was fuel for vehicles and heating. Major cities experienced riots on a regular basis, spurred on by religious fervor and want. Civilization was on the brink of collapse.”
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“It was a brave old world.”
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“…he would be leaving on an extended journey of the major population centers in Canada and the United States.”
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“…"Who knows if we can even get food grown and distributed without our technology?"
"I haven’t heard of there being a problem with growing food. I thought it was just logistical issues."
"Everyone’s keeping it out of the papers. We don’t want panic."”
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“A dreamcatcher hung from the handle of his glovebox, decorated with jet black feathers. He smiled at her, a middle-aged man, looking tired and perhaps worried. "You’re pretty cold. Here, I’ll turn up the heat."
"Are those raven feathers?"
"I don’t know. They could be, I suppose."
"Figures"…”
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“"He would have to explain this mess to the world, and he had to do it soon. The next stage of history was about to begin."”
