Mac Powers
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Fine Dining
I have seen little else other than the plainly decorated walls of our apartment for several months. The walls themselves are fine, Lisa did what she could with what we could afford when we moved in last year. She surely would have preferred a balance between classic and contemporary styles. Something she could have been proud to show off to her friends and family. Domestic dreams could wait back then, and we were satisfied with what Ikea could provide based on our budget. There used to be time for planning and saving. People lived their lives as though they had something they could build. As though there were a future. I suppose there were also those who ‘lived in the moment’, trying to make the most of the time they had. Carpe diem. I can’t imagine what that could even mean now.
By Mac Powers5 years ago in Horror
The Representation
David, both the physical person himself and the network of social, cultural and technological systems he interacted with, was the first human being to be successfully “represented” on July 1st 2030, 10:14 AM, according to Abstract Engineering CEO Solomon Yang in his latest media briefing. After years of careful data collection and processing, occurring parallel to groundbreaking research in robotics, David’s physical body was reconstructed in android form, and his personality faithfully implanted in this machine.
By Mac Powers5 years ago in Futurism
The Ten House
The target home, located at 10 George Street, stood out both in size and style amongst the multi-story, modern apartment buildings lining the metropolitan road. George Street had been around about as long as the city itself and has been through multiple iterations of so-called improvements. The neighbourhood was the downtown home of busy professionals and their families, and the street itself a convoy of taxis and busses. 10 George St., often referred to as simply “Ten House”, while not unclean or unlivable, remained the only clue to what the city must have once resembled. It was old and stout, constructed from the reddish-brown bricks that might’ve been fashionable a century ago. It faded behind the busy foreground during the day, and at night only a dim light in one of its large windows could be spotted from its exterior.
By Mac Powers5 years ago in Criminal
