Aleric’s Panegyric

I was listening to Barry White’s Greatest Hits when I got a preprogrammed hit from SM-N900V. So as the Love Unlimited Orchestra swelled to Barry’s “I love you, baby!” the Heliotrope unit beeped and a shot of SM-N900V’s love tincture hit my bloodstream.

I didn’t care that it was only the essence of Clementine coming through my cryoscreen, but Clemmie, as the artificial intelligence called SM-N900V, is all I needed of my life partner to see me through the next three hours on this sterile and dying planet.

As her essence reticulated through my nervous system, I saw her inside my retinas, smelled her in my temporal lobe, felt her in my fingertips — her chest against mine…

The overseer counted: “one minute to go!”And it was out the nearest exit in case of emergency. God damn, this blew me away!

“Writing is 90 percent procrastination: reading magazines, eating cereal out of the box, watching infomercials. It’s a matter of doing everything you can to avoid writing, until it is about four in the morning and you reach the point where you have to write.”
— Paul Rudnick