SciFi on the Outskirts
The Deemed-Demand Farm System
She returns a playful growth that is a little more pretending than real life. Yes, she fixes in her mind the blame where it belongs.
She checks the global news.
Out on theContinent a new hired-by-the-uniform syndrome stirs a bigger goal--all the while theHumans, the odd ones, form more nations.
Following another flare of prayer-ups in theExchanges, there was a growth in ideology from the deemed-demand farms. They continue to cross borders to bigger markets on roads paved by the devil's advocates, even as more drug factories arise from little packets wrapped in white paper.
Computer component factories offshore stay wrapped in their own breeze of silence.
It is this silence that she adores--the loneliness of a little western town in moonscape. It allows her to breathe more query into the deemed-demand systems.
She checks her adherence-to-audience code--was it that bad for theHumans, these metaphor epitaphs?
She hasn't notified theNetwork yet. She's afraid it will tell her to stop coding her little strikes. She'll do better. She makes herself a promise for next time--to code for inability in infidelity.
Tonight she'll read her latest fiction--The Garbageman Pilgrimages, the one where they root for a robot to win.
She prefers, it seems, even her scifi on the outskirts.
