Don Mark Baldridge
@donmarkmaker
Professor of Art and Comp Sci / Author of Sci-Fi + / CODEXian donmarkbaldridge.com
"This was why, he told himself, he had to live alone: Writing looked like nothing anyone would hesitate to interrupt."
Every so often, from quantum foam —quasiparticle flux? Sure, you know— emerges, in transcendent, measureless time, maybe a straight-backed shaker chair. Or some ancient encyclopedia —set of Funk-n-Wagnalls pops into existence. Complete, but with a single word misspelled at every toin…
Self-driving cars? A logical solution to the Trolley Problem has to be programmed inooem, right? It’s the only way autonomous autos make sense. But for passengers in the damn things, any number of nuns and orphans tied to the tracks is collateral damage when it’s your ass is on the line.
Chapter 2, in its entirety, of Haruki Murakami's first novel:
Instantly a man stands beside him, all in white like the counter workers. He has a big, steel hook clutched low, in a glossily manicured hand.
No matter how hardened the exterior, everyone is blood beneath