reestablishing public access to the future since 1992 (Earth standard time)
Charybdis Buffet
Being hunted by robots and spiders from the future makes it hard for us to hold down steady jobs with predictable hours. So we have launched a new enterprise—selling limited edition prints! We have vast library of images from our-past/your-future which we are curating and sending back in time through the Spacerex feed! We haven’t set up an online store, as that would open us up to cyberattack. We prefer to meet you in a parking lot where there are human eyes and the safety of pre-apocalyptic meatspace. If you’d like to buy a print call or text our burner phone: six o seven 379-9509 and leave a message (we don’t answer unknown calls) to set up a secret meeting.
As Spacerex liaison in the con-temporary United States, Will Dailyrest builds and maintains technology to receive satellite transmissions from the future. He also deals with the prosaic business of earning a living in the 21st century. On top of all that he’s begun ordering prints, entering art exhibits, and doing custom framing for the god-like intelligent protoplasm that lives/will live in the basement parking structure of our building (figure 1.) in the future.
Thus we are able to deliver stunning images of the wrecked planet, framed in carbon-neutral scrap lumber, to pre-apocalytes. Get yours today!
High Tide at Charybdis Buffet
$400 for a framed print (postage not included). On exhibit as part of group show, Odyssey-Ithaca, April 5-27, 2024 at The Petrune Gallery in Ithaca NY.
About the image:
The important thing is that they still have wireless. It is the yardstick. I mean they had scuba divers retrofitting those towers to work underwater while they were still recovering bodies.
The dead here were mostly sheeple who followed the wrong conspiracies. You can practically hear them shouting from the rooftops “fake news!” or “alleluia!,” as the waters closed over them. There was plenty of time for people with better theories to reach the hills—if not the moral high ground.
Those who got there first, or who took it from those who got there first, generally had weapons and a pronounced sense of entitlement. The Big Correction happened not so much in peaceful underwater towns like this one, but at the shrinking borders and coastlines that the refugees from these lowlands fled to.
This all happened a long time ago, from our perspective, before Cytostrux, the Belleforest, or Fat Baby Food LTD. But that’s what we used to call “water over the bridge.” Stay tuned for updates.
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Published by M.O.H.M.
Prior to retirement Kali (user M.O.H.M.) was on the vanguard of the cognitive science division of Fat Baby Foods ltd. (FBF). She helped design the process by which actual living memory could migrate to protoplasm and back again. Her early career was with the A.R.K. mission to record the memories and survival instincts of endangered species for reintegration on distant planets. It was here that she met her husband, Ullysses Flynder, who, as a cognitive scientist aboard the ill-fated Belleforest terraforming mission, was one of the first victims of the PBR12 virus.
Always a crusader for peace and justice, Kali was best remembered as the whistle blower on Fat Baby Food's development of weaponized corn during Space War One. Her case was one of the first tried in the supreme court of the Quango. Faced with a choice of death or retirement, Kali chose the latter and became one of the first humans to undergo the transformation that she herself helped to devise. As a Mutated Organic Human Memory (M.O.H.M. or "wet chip"), a genetically engineered distillation of a sentient organism into a mollusk-like lump of protoplasm housed in a small container, Kali was sequestered in the first of many beehive-like catacombs, nourished by drip lines, purged through waste tubes, and accessed via skullcap, by old-fashioned bipedal humanity. She existed as an avatar in a virtual prison, complete with all the mechanisms of local prison politics, in the newly discovered country of the protoplasm.
Kali was paroled, after yet-another regime change, to an online facility five years later. Then the Lansdowne incident led to a backlash against retirees (wet chips) and all the retirement facilities in the world were essentially turned into off-line prisons. Having lived longer in the protoplasmic state than any other human, and being a cognitive expert, Kali thrived in prison. She organized her own escape eventually and was delivered to her son's custody in the loft building seen here. It was shortly after Kali was finally re-introduced to the internet and put in charge of the building's Safe Dome 6® security protocols, that the building blasted off just before the Apocalypse.
Kali now spends her time supporting her son and his clone, who are the last survivors of the human race, in their efforts to infiltrate the past through Will Dailyrest and his cadre, and to change the disastrous course of human history. She is also the webmaster of Spacerex.com. View all posts by M.O.H.M.