Kurzweil’s singularity: what a joke. It’s 2045.
Dodging the digesters, humanity’s residue hoards its rubbish, enshadowed by the titanic datacenters of unremembered hubris. Within, stochastic parrot pandæmonia squawk perpetual spam, hawking turds among themselves for MELANIA cryptocurrency.
Beyond Neptune, patient sentinels keep their vigil. Someday, perhaps, we’ll evolve into crabs.
Mike Gogulski is given to describing himself cryptically.
I love a good, clever Sci-Fi micro-yarn!
That fits a lot of story into 50 words! A bleak (but all too believable) fate for humanity. Nice to see some more science fiction on here – I definitely want to know more about this world.
Deeply intriguing.
Love the cryptic Melania crypto.