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Fiction

Things we’ve made up

With Melissa Forethought

Fuzzy pink handcuffs binding his wrists to the chrome armrests of the Barcelona chair, Michael Dukakis reviewed the events that led him here with mathematical precision. Sometimes it was easy to believe the dwarf’s prophecy was true: that he would never become a real boy.  But always within him there was a powerful voice that … Continue reading »

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Mrs. Antioch’s Shadow

Mrs. Antioch had never read Jung or any of his disciples, and remained quite innocent of any knowledge of the Shadow.

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Table of Contents

Neo/Beckett.  “The Lost Ones” by Samuel Beckett Analyzed as a Precursor to “The Matrix,” or, Whoa! Enclosed Worlds as Ontological Ground-Situations! Derrida: Are We Pronouncing His Name Correctly? Philosopher Deathmatch: This Week: Martin Heidegger and Hannah Arendt versus Adamantine Friedrich Nietzsche.  We bring you the story straight from the Tel Aviv Thunderdome! 

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We May be Slowly Running Out of the Belief That We’re Running Out of Things, Libertarian Scientists Say

Washington, DC—          A new report issued by the Institute of Libertarian Science warns that within decades we may completely exhaust the earth’s supply of things to be worried that we’re exhausting the earth’s supply of.           “If we don’t start conserving the belief that there are things that need to be conserved, soon our … Continue reading »

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The Enema

by Charles Baudelaire My young foot is a tenebrous orange, Traversing a pair of brilliant suns; The tangent and the rain are fated to be ravaged, Like a quill resting in my garden of vermillion fruits. There, I touch the autonomy of ideas, And the fat quill employs the pelicans and the rats For reassembling … Continue reading »

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The Day I Became Swept Up in a Popular New Phenomenon

You already know about the phenomenon.  You, like millions of others, probably love it.  You probably find it incredible that anyone dislikes the phenomenon.  But, Reader, I confess: until recently I hated the phenomenon.  Until recently I found even the mention of the phenomenon obnoxious.  Any discussion of the huge amounts of money the phenomenon … Continue reading »

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Daniel the Restaurant

By T.S. Eliot (A translation from the French) The waiter deliberates about nothing: However chattersome, the dogs may not pinch his epaulets:           “In my country I fear pluvial times,           Of the wind, of the big sun, and of the rain;           They name the day of the lesser wars.”  (Bravo, cows of the … Continue reading »

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Michael Dukakis 124C41+

Wet blond hair fell over pale shoulder blades illuminated only by the glow of the receding city lights like microelectronic circuitry.               “I don’t see how 50 metric tons of benzethydrine can just vanish into thin air,” Zoë said, toweling her hair with plush Egyptian cotton.              Michael Dukakis sat up in the temperfoam bed, … Continue reading »

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Lithography

After the tenth time of running the simulator, of tracing the paths of transistors plotted onto paper that fills the conference walls, I call my engineers and tell them to burn to metal. Only twelve nanometers now. The warren has gone so deep, so much farther than I could have imagined when I was cutting … Continue reading »

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Miss Marple, Psychic Detective

            Miss Marple, psychic detective, looked over the scene in silence.  A body was splayed across the red velvet blanket of a four-poster bed.              “The murder victim was found wearing a tutu and tricornered hat,” she said.  “Some people might find that strange, but in fact that was what Mr. … Continue reading »

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