15 September 2010

Tattoo this Blog.

Writing prompt: Write about a reality in which the only way to publish a book is on human skin.

This is what I wrote:

Good morning, you have 30 new updates. The shower cycle is: On. Please press: OK to continue your morning routine. Thank you. Calisthenics will begin in 30 seconds.

The morning news fills the room as Jared begins his morning routine. The yellow-green sunrise peaking through the metal shutters never seems to change any more. The faint memory of his grandfather enters his mind as his electronic art hanging in the narrow hallway switches to an image of him reading his favorite book. Jared didn’t know much about books and always maintained a puzzled memory of his grandfather reading.

A familiar clicking sound was beckoning him in the kitchen where his breakfast was made ready for him the minute his shower cycle had finished. His breakfast shake was ready and as soon as he finished he set about his day.

Music surrounds the hallway outside of his apartment. A familiar tune, he thinks to himself, as he hums along and walks to the front of his building. Today is the first day of his new job.

Jared has a new job every three days. Today he will be a Marketing Executive for Billcom, and industrial credit company, that employs only the finest Market Executives. Rehearsing his presentation that he is briefed on while on his way to work, there is a confident air about him and he knows that this job will land him at least 30 points. Fortunately, he thinks to himself, rent is covered for this week.

Immediately he arrives at the docking port for his new job and is greeted by the docking attendant. “Good Morning , Jared Han, please enter your identification card for job verification and office access.”
Swiping his card he can’t help but say aloud, “I don’t think I will ever get used to this.” The robotic doorman’s default response rings as always, “Very good Sir, thank you.”

Billcom was a monolithic structure, one of the new fly-rise buildings on the lower East Quadrant. Since 2045 the buildings have been getting higher and higher off the Terra and a giant like Billcom was one of the highest. Despite its unique enormity the lobby had the same tart citrus smell as every other place he has worked. Fortunately at an Executive level he won’t have to deal with the smell; his office will be his own.

Flashing to attention as he enters his office, three monitors click in to operation mode and begin displaying the Billcom logo and an electronic representation of the CEO’s voice begins.

“Good morning Mr. Han. You will find all of your necessary access codes on the tablet in your lower left-hand drawer. Please enter your access card in to the tablet to begin your morning download. You presentation is expected in 15 minutes. Your tablet will direct you to the appropriate meeting place. Thank you.”

To be continued?? 
(Probably not.)