She let him dress in silence in front of the mirror. Aaron tried not to inspect too closely at the grey in his curls of black chest hair, or the paleness of his freckles, or the dark circles under his eyes. When was the last time he’d gone out into the proper sun? Not the UV baths, but outside? On instinct, he turned to look over the ‘windows’, but his only view was a computer-generated screen of an unblemished blue sky.
Tag: dystopian
Dave at the End of the World
Apocalypses didn’t happen every day, but once they got started, they had this annoying habit of going about their business.
Those who exercised reasoning were the first to go, followed by fans of survival shows (they believed they understood the wilderness, having never left the confines of their paved-and-plastered twenty-fourth-floor apartments and most ended up eating the wrong type of mushroom in the first week). The hoarders did all right, at least for the first while. And the jerks? They made it all the way to the end, because nature loved adding a thorn to a rose bush. It turned out that at the end of the world, those CEOs who couldn’t convert a Word document into a PDF did just fine in a dog-eat-dog-eat-rat-eat-human society.

