Well, that was the least bleak of the one's I've seen. Geeezzz. Bunch of god damned dystopians. I've a mind to write one that's all fresh food, song, dance and craft, the survivors all happy the king is dead, magic and mystery everywhere....
Fun read, though not a fun future to contemplate living in! Now to read your competition! Judging from other comments, it looks like it only gets bleaker from here. 🤯 Anyway, great writing!
This was good. Very evocative of a book I read ages ago... A World Lit Only By Fire? Very evocative. Pretty high chances this tracks with the future we will end up getting.
Read four or five out of six. This was the best by far. Nothing to do with the quality of the predictions. Predicting the future is a loser's game (and I say this as a science fiction writer. I myself never predict, I just ask "What if?"). This piece crushes it on the strength of sheer stylistic chops, which should tell us something important about predictions: they are only ever as convincing as their author is good at writing.
Friendly regards from Nicaragua, heavily sanctioned, where I scrape by at the Gates of Hell, the Masaya Volcano, at the very bleeding heart of Central America. Hell, sweet hell, err, home. I meant home, sweet hell!
Esteemed Substacker, If you read my first two posts, you will find out about how dramatic and humble my landing here actually was. Then I started to write and post like a madman like there was no tomorrow because my real life situation seemed that way, and things have not calmed down, have not changed yet! Not only because life, in general and particular, is not a word, but a sentence, but because sometimes serving this sentence makes one feel like dropping dead any minute, I have decided to chime in with something transcendentally relevant. Enjoy it to the very last breath as I do, a soldier of Christ, fighting in the first row, breathing heavily, no matter cannon fodder. You do not have to pledge anything, my efforts are always free.
Left to my own devices and salivating in the tropical scorcher, in the erupting drought season, the promised $20 bill of rights rain has not even started yet for me here on Subtract, yes, I just want to make you laugh, not cry, as I wipe a tear or two. It seems like nobody´s gold pennies can reach my flying BullShip skyhigh. Yet I stay working Job, patience is my virtue upon the rack, tried, drawn, and quartered as vice driven through the rusty nails of my faith .... until I, one-armed, cannot carry my heavy cross anymore. I keep saying this only to myself as a wounded gladiator in the public arena. Hope you all still having fun ....
Substack is my new home, like I was sort of homeless. And yes, it does get lonely in the jungle if you live alone. Substack to me now means the world, the greatest platform where I can share my massive varied writing stuff. I have quite a few posts already here with 69, whoops, subscribers and growing every day as people are finally noticing my stranded S.O.S. sign on the beach! Thank God, thanks to you good people. Thank you for noticing me, for hearing me out, for supporting me! I am truly humbled. Do not let my monumental or trivial issues grind you down! God bless you all!
PS: Please excuse my typos, grammar, etc. because I am not perfect, I am just human. I use a looking glass and my second rate English is my third yet my most beloved language.
Well, that was the least bleak of the one's I've seen. Geeezzz. Bunch of god damned dystopians. I've a mind to write one that's all fresh food, song, dance and craft, the survivors all happy the king is dead, magic and mystery everywhere....
Damn that was good. Rustpunk futurism. Absolutely inspired.
Fuck, this is great! I kept telling you to write fiction and you did and I didn't fucking hear about it AAAAAAHHHHH!
Boosting this Friday. New section in the Review.
I liked it. At least your descibed people were still alive, seem to be free, and getting by. Coulda been a tad longer, but the end still made me cry.
Fun read, though not a fun future to contemplate living in! Now to read your competition! Judging from other comments, it looks like it only gets bleaker from here. 🤯 Anyway, great writing!
Loved it. Wanted more. Look forward to the sequel.
This is good.
Maybe a little optimistic :)
But good. Nice job, Mark.
This was good. Very evocative of a book I read ages ago... A World Lit Only By Fire? Very evocative. Pretty high chances this tracks with the future we will end up getting.
Read four or five out of six. This was the best by far. Nothing to do with the quality of the predictions. Predicting the future is a loser's game (and I say this as a science fiction writer. I myself never predict, I just ask "What if?"). This piece crushes it on the strength of sheer stylistic chops, which should tell us something important about predictions: they are only ever as convincing as their author is good at writing.
BTW just busting yer balz a bit.
OK, just kill me now all right!
Great writing - dismal future.
Entertaining as always!
Mark, will be linking all six articles today in a special edition of https://nothingnewunderthesun2016.com/
Will be reading all over the next few days when I get some time.
I sure keep my eyes on the road, it is a road war, so much road rage!
How can we be right when nothing but the left is left?
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/nutzie-u-crane-z-sob-pow-x-planed
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/vulgardote
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/the-a-t-o-m-d-e-m-i-g-o-d-s
You have surely missed my outstanding Subtract!
Friendly regards from Nicaragua, heavily sanctioned, where I scrape by at the Gates of Hell, the Masaya Volcano, at the very bleeding heart of Central America. Hell, sweet hell, err, home. I meant home, sweet hell!
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/at-the-gates-of-hell
Esteemed Substacker, If you read my first two posts, you will find out about how dramatic and humble my landing here actually was. Then I started to write and post like a madman like there was no tomorrow because my real life situation seemed that way, and things have not calmed down, have not changed yet! Not only because life, in general and particular, is not a word, but a sentence, but because sometimes serving this sentence makes one feel like dropping dead any minute, I have decided to chime in with something transcendentally relevant. Enjoy it to the very last breath as I do, a soldier of Christ, fighting in the first row, breathing heavily, no matter cannon fodder. You do not have to pledge anything, my efforts are always free.
Left to my own devices and salivating in the tropical scorcher, in the erupting drought season, the promised $20 bill of rights rain has not even started yet for me here on Subtract, yes, I just want to make you laugh, not cry, as I wipe a tear or two. It seems like nobody´s gold pennies can reach my flying BullShip skyhigh. Yet I stay working Job, patience is my virtue upon the rack, tried, drawn, and quartered as vice driven through the rusty nails of my faith .... until I, one-armed, cannot carry my heavy cross anymore. I keep saying this only to myself as a wounded gladiator in the public arena. Hope you all still having fun ....
Substack is my new home, like I was sort of homeless. And yes, it does get lonely in the jungle if you live alone. Substack to me now means the world, the greatest platform where I can share my massive varied writing stuff. I have quite a few posts already here with 69, whoops, subscribers and growing every day as people are finally noticing my stranded S.O.S. sign on the beach! Thank God, thanks to you good people. Thank you for noticing me, for hearing me out, for supporting me! I am truly humbled. Do not let my monumental or trivial issues grind you down! God bless you all!
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/rome-never-fell-the-empire-never
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/oh-zero-i-just-cant-quit-you
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/frost-reloaded
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/lady-gaga-and-czechwizard-at-it
https://liborsoural.substack.com/p/the-lords-prayer-there-is-more
PS: Please excuse my typos, grammar, etc. because I am not perfect, I am just human. I use a looking glass and my second rate English is my third yet my most beloved language.