A Unicornicopia Startup
I’m going to write 750+ words a day of fiction and publish them here for the next 100 days. These are written quickly with minimal editing and based off a daily prompt. Welcome to my new creative project!
GENRE: science fiction
PROMPT: On Sunday she become a computer technician.
April, 2089
It was a challenging thing, this changing jobs every day. It was a trial period, they said, an attempt to dislodge the existing patterns in her brain and allow her the freedom to imagine new spaces and places. Each day this week she had taken a different job in the grey stucco building, a newer building in town, or rather a revision or remodel of an existing older building on the main street of the town. Patriciania had been the victim of a violent earthquake nearly 100 years ago, and at the time many of the buildings on the main street, Pacificialliavenue, were damaged beyond repair. Some time passed before the buildings were rebuilt into usable structures. What was once a bank was now a thriving business hub, a shared workspace where unicornicopia startups worked hand in hand with patreons to explore new dimensions here and on other planets. Also underwater. But I digress. The Macitechiologcal Centre was the top three stories of the old Bank of America building, on the corner of River and Calexit Drive. The floor to ceiling glass windows looked out over the San Lorezanio River, where trans-residential camps ebbed and flowed with the seasons and the tide. It was spring now, and Claire had just landed this job.
She was being reprogrammed to start at Level 1 time passing, which would involve moving between just two dimensions of space-time. She would be communicating with her future self, and at this early level the only skill she’d really worked on was basic receiving and information gathering. Like young folks in previous centuries has learned typing, Claire had grown up learning life skills like screen presentation, virtual handshake, and channeling. Ever since the Wilson brothers had discovered a way to physically manifest in the time outside of linear time, the multiple space time dimensions had begun to unfold in the collective human consciousness, creating a space for movement between people of all space and time, but only to whose who had prepared their minds and hearts to receive the information.
She was of an older generation. She was nearly 40, and was already in her late 20’s when people began to make more than small ventures into the Continuum. It was a steep learning curve. For those kids born after 2070, ESP and jumping were second nature. They didn’t know a world without time travel, couldn’t imagine the cumbersome burden of books, of having to be present with people to understand, to know.
All this week she had taken different jobs in the coop in order to gain some perspective as to what other empaths experienced when faced with a variety of situations. Tuesday they had her in the Child Expansion Area, watching the little ones working with projection and casting. These children would probably be able to travel through space without a moon beam basket, she thought. What a wonder that would be. It was hard working with the under 5s because she hadn’t spent much time with children. They had a lot of emojis she didn’t understand. Some of their filters were really strange and she felt out of touch, wondered what their parents, this young twentysomething fragment generation, were thinking sending their children to school in digital doggy ears and doe eyes. She could never really get over the filtereyes. She didn’t wear VR glasses like a lot of folks her age had taken to, even though the 25th generation Apple Pi Style i series were MUCH lighter than the 24th generation series. She had to laugh thinking how the early VR glasses required you actually put a plastic bar over your head to hold them in place, a headband it was called. So weird. Some of the models her grandmother’s generation used were actually these helmet-like things that you put over your whole head. She had some snaps somewhere of her great uncle making some VR contraption at the kitchen table. They were shots from the historic instagram catalog. it was like a visor that you put your phone into, of all things. They did all carry phones back then and the were about as big as your palm and solid. Very fragile. PCDs are so much more convenient as they are linked to your own biofeedback. Everything back then was external, they had to push and pull and go to things in person. So much old fashioned friction, the physics of the old reality. Nowadays we do pretty much everything virtually and I know I take it for granted.
