Digital Ischemia

09/03/2014

Conveyor

Filed under: Truthache — Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , — Teepwriter @ 12:00

“Learn, will you?! It’s a shoe!”
A conveyor belt shudders by a camera lens, carrying the rubble of domestic disposal. A lanky young guy with greasy hair flourishes impatient keystrokes at a computer. On its monitor, a rectangle frames the image then focuses on the extent of one object: a lampshade, worn but serviceable. The canvas and rubber sand shoes jerk out of field. Beyond the monitor, the guy’s hand ploughs them into a chute. He returns his attention to the focus frame, now flashing anxiously around the pixilated, sage green, hexagonal faceted, standard lamp shade. Below, five suggestions are fearfully offered: biscuit tin, confectionary tin, bucket, flower pot, breadmaker.
Incredulous, the guy spits, “breadmaker?! How the fuck do you know ‘breadmaker’?”

“Clever stuff, eh?” The voice behind lanky guy makes him flinch. An older lanky guy with greasier hair peers in, relishing the element of startle; “how many more tons do you reckon?”
Original lanky guy contorts his face. “Don’t know. Couple more days anyway.”
“I don’t know if they’ll wait two more days.” Greasier guy peers about, keen for interest, but finds none. He drifts away.
“They’ll have to. People aren’t going to segregate their waste so it has to be robots.”
“Is that…? How is a cat in here?” Greasier guy has found his further interest. Lanky guy sneers as his sociological point goes unappreciated.
He underplays, “same way as everything else.”
“Someone chucked it in a bin?!”
“Maybe. Or it hid.”

Both are captivated as a dainty black feline picks its way over the spasming refuse toward the camera. Unheeded, the computer monitor paroxysms its latest quandary.

I feel divine. I have perfect poise and power. And charisma. They can’t help themselves wanting to help me. Morsels, massages, protection. How to entice them… So many choices: feign getting stuck, disrupt the flow, vomit, cry?

The monitor frame pans and zooms out to circumscribe a larger than average object. Text suggestions are offered: inflatable doll, mannequin, duvet. They remain unconfirmed.

[ Truthache series starts with Entry. ]

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