Chipped.

A sci-fi story based on current technology, but possibly where that tech is taking us.

Chipped.

 

Pushing a broom is not a rewarding occupation. There are occupations that give job satisfaction, but sweeping bits of crud out of corners so that automated street sweepers can remove them is not among the occupations afore mentioned.
Jon hated it. It was mere make-work, and he knew it. His official title was ‘Walkway Clearance Operative’, yeah, right! Jon wanted to meet the person that came up with that title and discuss it with them. It would not be a long discussion, just long enough to insert the broom in the person’s rectal orifice.
Jon finished cleaning out the miniscule amount of detritus that had gathered in the corner, and hit the call button that would alert an automated sweeper that there was business at that location, and Jon took a moment to survey his surroundings.
There was the usual too-ing and fro-ing of people all wearing Heads Up Display glasses or visors, and carrying on conversations with unseen friends or programs as they walked about. Light road traffic and a dull grey sky that almost perfectly matched his utilitarian standard issue grey boiler suit. Basically a non-day that needed…

[Twitch-Discontinuity]
The world reasserted itself into his eyes. The hum of the automated sweeper told Jon that time has passed, and a sweaty feeling all over told him he’d been shaking again. D****t! Right out in public too! “Sod this” he thought, let’s go for a break. And he typed in the word “coffee?” and sent it to the other ‘Twitchers’ . “Let’s see how many respond” he said to himself slinging the brush over his shoulder and setting off with a (false) jaunty walk to the coffeehouse. On a day as dull as this all four should respond, and with a bit of luck a decent ‘bull session’ would be the outcome.
An escape from reality would go down just fine today.

Reviews

[Barries Girl]

Im guessing his reality is very different from ours.

Keep going x