Since I could not sell this blog, I thought i might as well post some of my writing. Here is a cyber punk story I have been working on.
Part 1
The alarm blared again, this time the AI assistant had cranked the volume to the highest level the phone could output. Paul grabbed the phone and fumbled with the alarm slider. There was no time for food he drank a glass of water and put on his pants and shirt. It was still cold outside so he grabbed the jacket by the door and his bag full of supplies. In a rush to get to work on time he checked the mailbox only to find a small plastic duck one of the neighborhood kids hid in his box. He pockets it and runs off before he is late to work.
He made his way down the now busy street. Every time he passed an alley with an open kitchen door or turned a corner where a restaurant sat he wished he had time for breakfast. As he neared work he paused at a kiosk selling coffee and bagels. He looked at the menu, his phone blared again. The AI assistant was warning him he was almost late for work. He silenced the phone. He sighed and shuffled on to work.
Paul arrived at work just in time to not be late but right in the middle of Sandra rummaging through the breakroom complaining about the accumulation of junk and unwanted expired food products. This had become a weekly occurrence but this week she has a new grievance, the air fryer Jackson brought in after Christmas. “Its blocking the cabinet where all the coffee pods are stored. I can’t believe he we freelance and didn’t bother to clean out his desk or take any of the stuff he brought in.” She opens the refrigerator door “See! He left a whole case of those Pryamsn energy drinks in there! Took the time to write his name on every side of the cardboard box but wouldn’t carry it home or to his next job.” She set it in the corner under a plastic plant. “yeah some people…” he replied reflexively, as he looked at the box of energy drinks. Its triangular logo with angry eyes was very reminiscent of an Egyptian pyramid. Why would they call the drinks Pryamsn and use a triangle for the logo surely a pyramid or some reference to Egypt or the pharos or the river Nile would have been easier to pronounce and would have been vastly better marketing based on the identifiable nature of the civilization. Some middle management know it all probably said “pyra-MID why not just tell them to drink their own piss. Who is going to pay $6 a can when you are calling it mid on the label!?” Yeah, that was most likely the answer.
How was it even pounced Pry-am-sn? That seemed to close to ‘prions’ the thing that caused mad cow disease. Pushing that thought to the back of his head he took note of the air fryer and the box of drinks figuring they each had around $20 of value it would be worth it to try and sell them online.
Sandra had shifted to complaining about the trash not being taken out. Even though as office manager that was part of her job. He reached into the fridge and grabbed one of the energy drinks to give him a boost through the morning.
He couldn’t help but laugh to himself a bit remembering Jackson with his white pants and his jelled sculpted hair. Jackson was a dick. He wouldn’t be missed but he couldn’t blame him for leaving for greener pastures.
“Don’t worry I’ll take them to the thrift store after work today that should clear up some space.”
Sandra paused and looked over at him for the first time during her rant, she gave a muted sigh. “No, we need to wait until next Monday. Just in case he comes back for this junk. We have had that issue before. At least he didn’t steal the chair and power strip at his desk like that one fat guy a couple of years back.”
He tipped the Pryamsn can to her and took a sip, then moved to exit And seated himself at his desk.
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