New World Order - Same Old Max
Globally, vid screens did not go black simultaneously, even though RealPeople Inc. was now linked through the cranial implant net - CIN. However, eye contact and image generator addiction would have to be purged over several versions before all minds onlined and the Holy Grid was complete: chaos becoming a fond memory and a much-desired, unspoken dream.
Somewhere, beyond this galaxy, a cosmic chuckle caused a stack fault at Orion’s Belt and eight neighboring galaxies went supernova.
“What are you processing, Max?”
“I can’t tell. What do you make of it?”
RealCompanion™ Maxine, in nurturing mode, offered, “Do I need to give you the Heinlein Maneuver?”
“No. Maybe it was that Bradbury I had for dinner. Too many crunchy bones.”
Maxine mimed a chortle, “Those weren’t bones, dear. You forgot to nuke your RealFood™ entree. Try a bite of mine.”
“Mmm. Much better heated.”
© 2003 mikewhitney
