[personal profile] benchilada
I wrote something in fifteen minutes for [livejournal.com profile] mistersleepless and his Futurity Projekt

Back then, our eyes didn’t flicker with electricity. You couldn’t smell ozone when somebody winked at you.
Now I see you on the streets, proudly aglow with “who you are.” Whoring advertisements into my brain from your aura. Clothing strobing its brand name. Dating banners hanging from your asses. Seventeen ways to IM you, all in different colors.
The only information transmitted from my Eyes™ to yours is my ID number and basic medical information.
The Society wants to remove 4/5ths of my brain and replace it with “something else.” They’ll make me the first viral transmitter in sixty years. Just by looking at you, I’ll corrupt your input; I’ll damage your output. Turn on your porn tonight, you’ll see THE MAN IN THE WHITE SUIT instead. Your ScreemNoize disc will play Django Reinhardt. Cars will look like they’re on wheels. And once we’ve infected enough of you, we’ll close all broadcasts. When you look at somebody, you’ll not see neon, you’ll see their face. Their beautiful, untouched face.
This won’t fix society, but I’m 139 years old and I just want to show you where I used to live.
My hate is powered by steam, you sons of bitches.

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