Stasi iconography was fresh as fuck
‘til the fax machine broke
EK detached from the white board, the Algerian Foreign Minister’s plan to open Assia Djebar Institutes in 82 countries, and focused on the frozen ray of light coming in from Proxima b.
Within that light was a novel idea.
If he could just extract it and edit himself to pass as its creator then-
A noise from somewhere.
EK eyes stretched to 82% exposure and looked right.
The door was opening.
An industrial door.
This wasn’t Triton, it was YAK DESIGN LTD.
brain mode recovery level high idea in still ATION
Despite presenting as a 94% approximation of a human, EK went unnoticed by the owner of YAK DESIGN LTD. As did the broken lock. Strange.
In fact, the work the guy did was so loud that EK was able to open up his phone, check the opening time of the gallery next door, wait forty-five minutes then stand up, walk out and ask Maneka if he could use her computer for half an hour.
‘Do you live near here?’
‘You don’t want to go back and-…’
‘My computer is broken.’
‘And my four guardians are abusive.’
Maneka tried to process ‘abusive’ and ‘four guardians’ but had no idea what to say beyond ‘sorry’ so she went with sorry and told EK he could use the computer as long as he liked.
EK sat down with his back to a blue circle surrounded by half open doors and loaded up LIFE SHIP.Continue reading