majoki

Joined August 2025

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FUQed
FREQUENTLY UNASKED QUESTIONS Can my Roomba be modded? We don’t advise such tinkering for your type. A traditional vacuum cleaner with suction hose will suit your needs better.
By majoki3 months ago in Fiction
combustible
It was a pleasure to burn. The first line of Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 sums us up well. Combustion is the hidden principle behind everything we do and create. Our civilization has been little more than a subtle glow in the fathomless cosmos, now flaring, and destined to burn low.
By majoki3 months ago in Fiction
Man's Best End
ofcourse ofcourse His eyes wide, the district attorney stared at the machine near the witness stand rather than at the witness. It was a moment before he asked his next question. “May I call you Towser?”
By majoki3 months ago in Fiction
Man to PostMan
When his son stepped through the privacy-field into his home office, Manfred began to disconnect. “You told me to come see you after I finished my homelearn session, Dad.” His son’s eyes narrowed disdainfully at the etherware bands his father removed from his head and set by the brainframe, their household’s direct link to the infosphere.
By majoki3 months ago in Fiction
Optimystic
The hall hushed when Toynbee took the stage, a first for an HDM. Typically, there would be snide remarks, a general sense of junior high rudeness at the appearance of an HDM. Because, really, who took a holo-digi-man seriously? HDMs were binary shills, ones and zeros, pitching everything from Bud Light to Viagra to Geico to Applebee’s for their corporate overlords.
By majoki3 months ago in Fiction
look
“Look, it can’t be any clearer.” “You always say that.” “What?” “Look. Look. Look. But there’s nothing to see.” “It’s figurative. An expression.”
By majoki3 months ago in Fiction
Nightfell
The waves rolled and crested as the shorefolk slept. A clutch of trilly probed near the tideline, their fluted snouts grubbing deep in the sand, as razor gulls circled in the offshore breeze.
By majoki3 months ago in Fiction
Past Perfect
They let him run the world even though he’d destroyed ninety percent of it. It was the price of genius minus the cost of madness. He’d gone far past perfect, but hadn’t known when to stop.
By majoki3 months ago in Fiction
LMFT
It’s hard to be proud of, let alone tell anyone, that as a twelve-year-old my world opened up and I knew anything was possible when a villainous super-hero ripped open her spandex bustier and shouted, “Laser my fucking tits!”
By majoki3 months ago in Fiction
Old Souls
Old Soul heard voices from far away. He sat on a rocker on his porch overlooking the small lake where fish jumped at bugs in the cool dusk of a forever evening. It’d been ages since Old Soul had heard an outsider’s voice. The sound stirred memories. His chair rocked a bit faster, and he called through the open door of the small one-room cabin where a toasty fire always burned in the stone hearth and a savory stew simmered on the nickel-plated stove.
By majoki3 months ago in Fiction
Of Muse and Men
My dear misled readers, for thousands of years you’ve hero-worshipped writers who have been little more than stenographers and typists. Since storytelling began, you have believed that great and lesser literary ideas are birthed from human imagination and experience by so-called artistic muses which over the millennia have been blithely portrayed as pro forma visitations of creative inspiration, the great Aha!s of human literary invention propelling great characters and their stories to completion in metaphorically mysterious ways.
By majoki4 months ago in Fiction
Being Dead
I wasn’t so much haunting my old neighborhood as loitering. You know, hanging out where you aren’t really wanted—or needed. I was trying not to make a pest of myself, but I’m not entirely sure how being dead works.
By majoki4 months ago in Fiction