Saturday, July 30, 2016
Small Talk
-The Economics of Size.
-Yes?
-You’ve been shortchanged.
-What can I do?
-My other boyfriend is a doctor. He’ll help.
-Other...?
-Not JEALOUSY! Old old hat!
-We’re in it together?
-The only way.
Labels: boyfriends, cooperation, relationship, size
Saturday, May 07, 2016
Lucille’s Entertainment
He seemed to play his heart out
in his bluegreen near-fluorescence.
The white piano like a toy.
Then he turned to me and cried
“I do it all for you! Never can
there be another!”
“Well, thank you.”
“Can you give me some small hope?
For such romantic bits of bits I live!”
“But...you’re a hologram! Size of Barbie.”
“Nonetheless! Oh...well.” He picked up
his sheet music and vibrated away from
the piano, trailing ribbons of greenish
light, the papers he shed drifting back like
glowing postage stamps.
Labels: Barbie, entertainment, hologram, relative size, size, Virtual Reality
Friday, July 25, 2014
Finding the Right Size
When the Octonicks take over, I think their
insane restrictions will filter down slowly.
Wrong.
So I have to call in Bidge. In a former life, he
could have been a jockey. That tiny.
“The word we just got on you, unfortunately,
is that you take up too much space.”
“Me? I live in a studio apartment with
three other guys, bunks to the ceiling.
Fart and they'd murder me. We have a
minuscule, old-fashioned TV. None of this
Feel-a-Vision or whatever it's called.
I'm small, my life is small, I'm using almost
no resources! Just the threads I wear."
“Nice ones. But, I'm sorry. You can't go home
tonight. Rather to...Compression. I hear it's not
so bad there.”
“Have you seen the homeless at the railroad
station? They look like dirty breadboxes!”
“Can't do a thing,” I inform him.
About a month later, I hear a squeak and get
up to look at my chair.
But it comes from Bidge in the opposite one.
He looks like a cigar box someone has left.
"You've got to use me now or they crush
me altogether!"
"But what can you do? You're too small to work
here anymore. Maybe a transfer? To play with
children or something?"
"I'll blow you!" he pipes.
"Too small even for that."
A great tragedy.
At any rate, he eventually wills me his clothes
and I sell them. Is that heartless?
Labels: future, Law, restrictions, size
