Troim-Kryzl

Tag: Uystopia

  • Colitis Generosa

    Colitis Generosa

    “Salf, hurry up, we haven’t got all day. What are you staring at, anyway? Old dude in a lab coat, with piglets?! The piglets are curtey-cutey, yes, ok. Nice piece of educational hologram, whatever it’s supposed to be about. But, need I remind you, Salf, you’re the one who fancies new cotton wear. You’re the…

  • Recalling Cow Void

    Recalling Cow Void

    “Grandpa, what are those for? Can I have one, for pling practice? It’s just the right size. I’ll hang it up by its straps, this way round, like a little basket, over my bed. I won’t damage it, grandpa, I promise. Can I have one, or two, just in case, please?”  Blief is doing her…

  • Breathalyzer

    Breathalyzer

    Bump. Soft left turn. Slowdown. Bigger bump. Sharp left turn. Gilbright reluctantly opens his eyes, thereby deactivating his mobile storyteller. No need for an arrival alert to tell him he’s home, his body is familiar with this sequence. The autonomous commuter pod delivers the customary message anyway:   “Dear passenger, 82 Lower GT Drive reached at…

  • Optiboost On

    Optiboost On

    Glam take a deep breath, open the door and don’t step outside. The night is over, but there is little light. Grey curtains of rain are waving by. Yesterday’s mosaic of puddles has merged into a lake. It stretches as far as the eye can see, turning all the shelters into islands. A foaming river…

  • Shit Happens

    Shit Happens

    „Tap water? Never no way. You‘re kidding, right?“ Liam has to ask, because honestly. And he has to look up at his boss to check if Joshua is once again trying and failing to make a joke. The senile sucker considers himself funny. It’s a total misperception, an insult to anyone with a real sense of…

  • Black Friday

    Gorsus taps his left temple to switch off his interface. It’s been a good forty-five minutes, half a day’s worth of linked work, he’s overdue a break. “Never more than thirty consecutive minutes” says the sky above his reclined operator armchair, in a psychedelic 3D whirl of colors. As if someone had thrown bags of…

  • Bad Timing

    „Phase two, step one, engage.” Olu wouldn’t mind Samaria’s voice to be a tad softer. He’s all in favour of lady bosses, because diligence, resilience, morale, and whatever else got praised in last years stupid gender awareness training session. In Olu’s school days, gender blindness was all the rage. Only as far as curriculumdom was…

  • Happy New Year

    „Jimiyu? Jimiyu, are you listening? Pod 3, Jimiyu, Code Grey. And hurry up…” Jimiyu clenches his teeth hard, to refrain himself from saying it aloud, the big bad four letter world he’s thinking..  ‘Hurry up’, he has so had it with ‘hurry up’. For tonight. For this year. Forever. Jimiyu longs to go mean on…

  • ToiCle Day

    Another ToiCle Day? One month supposed to have passed since the last ordeal? Safran aren’t yet willing to believe what their scheduling device tells them. Unfortunately, blinking doesn’t help. The alarm is there all right, in the upper left corner of their left eye. This early in the morning, it’s not disruptive. The tiny shiny…

  • Side Effects

    And one more sanitary pad at the bottom of the trouble. For lack of an obvious perpetrator, Ade silently throws a big fat curse at the white tiles of the bathroom wall. If only all ladies would learn how to safely dispose of their hygiene products, his professional life would be oh so much more…