majoki

Joined August 2025

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strange soil
The new crop was the strangest I’d ever seen. Vine-like and fast growing, but with no apparent fruit or other nutritional attributes. Shaliman and I never quite knew what we’d see each cycle. That was up to the ag techs. We just kept our heads down and did what they said, sweating in the mammoth growgrids.
By majokiabout a month ago in Fiction
older than Google
“What do you know? You’re older than Google.” A pretty spicy thing for a second grader to say on the third day of school, but Katella had a point. I was born in 1993, five years before the nascent “don’t be evil” search engine forced us to learn the word algorithm. And though most of us have a preschooler’s understanding of the term, we still seem content to trust the search results Google serves up to us. Which is comparable to asking your drug dealer, “Are there any nasty side effects?”
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
Ascetica
The stylites perched atop their brainframe pillars feverishly coding as the throngs below prostrated themselves and wailed in supplication.
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
Cut Time
“Hustle, hustle, hustle,” Selse hissed. “In this universe, you gotta go fast to go slow.” Her training team was darting between a random course of high stone pillars, low walls and short ledges, crouching low, praying not to mess up. Selse was praying how to get away from this mess she’d been commanded to oversee. Ahead, one of her trainees careened into a ledge and swore loudly.
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
Junko
Junko opened the dumpster lid and peered up at the spires of Saint Petersbot towering above. It made the sign of the triple cross and performed its diagnostic ablutions. Only two system alerts pinged. Junko would ignore them for another day.
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
Necessary Beings
The speed at which Michiko's roboto folded the origami crane was breathtaking. She would have her thousand orizuru in mere minutes and then her prayer must be answered. She knelt on the tatami resting her weary arms delicately on the edge of the kotatsu as the low table began to fill with the multi-colored cranes. With pride and relief, Michiko watched her roboto’s sleek beryllium digits deftly fold, crease and fan each paper square into an ancient symbol of hope—her only hope.
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
how to best carve light
So not painterly. Not even close. Too pixelated. Too blurred at the edges of reality. Not a good start in your first soloverse.
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
Unremarkable
“Now then, Mr. Klatubowski, what is it I can do for you?” Jerome sat across from the unremarkable little man in a billowy black rain jacket and fedora. He looked very out of place in Jerome’s ultra modern office of modular metals and arid glass. In Hollywood, it was never about comfort, all about show.
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
sure, it's you
The transporter operator tapped his fingers on the console nodding his head in time to some inner rhythm. “Sure, it’s you. Done this thousands of times. No one’s complained.”
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
Good Vibes
“You’re a what?” “A panpsychist.” “Whoa. Trippy. You psychoanalyze cookware or something?” “In a way.” “Really? Double trippy.”
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
far off sirens
It’s peaceful now. I can concentrate better. Even reflect a little. It hasn’t been like that in a long time. Living in a city that’s eating itself is a noisy place. Even on the calmest days at the lab, there was always the sound of far off sirens. Plaintive calls, as if from gargantuan beasts being crushed under the burden of their own wounding weight. The mournful backdrop of our ever so slow apocalypse.
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction
Cargo
Cantor waited until Hazzez finished checking the airlock before asking about the Frumies. Hazzez flashed a crooked grin revealing the eclectic range of micro-implants in his teeth. “Why do you want to know about the Frumies?”
By majoki2 months ago in Fiction