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Midnight Pals: The Sower
🕑 Added 2024-11-19 21:11:07 +0000 UTCOctavia Butler: Submitted for the approval of the midnight society, i call this the tale of the parable of the sower
Butler: the parable of the tale of the sower
Butler: the tale of the sower
Butler: boy that's really not working
Butler: for this story, i think it's time to look to the future
Poe: the future?
Butler: yes the far distant future
Butler: of 2024
Butler: so in the future of 2024
Butler: a christo-fascist government comes to power over a crumbling America bedeviled by climate change and wealth disparity
King:
Poe:
Koontz:
Barker:
Butler: now you may be asking
Butler: how did she know?
Poe: how DID you know?
Butler: an America falling apart, states are their own military dictatorships, police are corrupt
King: that's crazy that you're so good at predicting America's future
King: it's like you live in America or something!
Poe: for real, how are you doing this?
Barker: eh i'm not impressed
Baker: i feel like predicting the rise of a christo-fascist government in a crumbling America bedeviled by climate change and wealth disparity is pretty much a gimmie
Butler: ok fine
Butler: but what if this christo-fascist government comes to power using the slogan "make American great again"
Barker:
Barker: ok yeah that's impressive
Poe: how ARE you doing this??
Butler: simple
Butler: i simply looked at the America of the present day
Butler: and asked myself what would the future look like
King: that's good! i gotta make a note of that
King: anyone got a pen?
King: these writing tips are gold!
King: that is seriously incredible
King: some scary accurate predictions!
King: why is everyone always talking about Margaret atwood's predictions? these are way better!
Barker: yeah these leave Margaret atwood in the dust!
Barker: like, there's no comparison!
Margaret Atwood [under cardboard box, through vocoder]: beep boop :(
Margaret Atwood: [under cardboard box, through vocoder] beep boop i am predict-o-tron, the robot that predicts the future
Barker: oh we're not interested in that anymore Margaret
Barker: your predictions are all so obvious
Margaret Atwood: [under cardboard box, through vocoder] beep boop :(
Barker: but go ahead
Barker: give us one now
Barker: if it makes you feel better
Atwood: [under cardboard box, through vocoder] beep boop reproductive health will be threatened by conservatives
Barker: oh damn wow
Barker: you must have fuckin crystal ball to come up with that one!
Poe: clive
Barker: oh come on edgar we all saw that one coming
Butler: anyway this christofash government in a collapsing dystopian America only lasts one term
Butler: then they vote him out
Barker: wait, they still have elections in this collapsing dystopian America?
Butler: oh yeah
Butler: yeah i mean why not
King: this is a real downer
King: can we hear some future predictions that DON'T come true?
Diane Duane: i have some stories about the utopian post-scarcity star trek future
King: no i meant like
King: bad things that don't come true
King: not good ones :/
Comments
Shirley R
Man, this is so funny and yet sad. Like America rn.
Bitter Karella
oh that's funny! I hadn't heard of that!
John Ross
My favourite Margaret Atwood work ever (and cards on the table I don’t tend to like her longer fiction personally, the short stories are better or at least over quicker)… Anyway, my favourite Margaret Atwood work is the improv bit she did as part of the fitness App ‘Zombies, Run!’ which sees our radio station DJ/zombie spotter finally get ahold of a survivor in Canada. That survivor is Margaret Atwood and she has gone a little nuts surviving on her own in a zombie apocalypse. I don’t know how much of the madness was written by others, but I want to believe it was at least punched up and stitched with believably by the author. It’s three or four short little interactions between two people in distant radio stations and not really worth buying a membership in the app to get, but a nice little golden nugget if you already have the fitness app.
T. Ledoux
(please let Leon stay in the bushes please let Leon)
