The House of Captive Hope

The children all knew its name

The orphanage which clung

Gargoyle-like

To the rocky pier

Not the name it proudly touted

Ms. Greyrock’s Home for Unfortunates

No the name it truly carried

Which spoke of pain

And loss

And those many souls

Which passed through its walls

Like meat within a thresher

The House of Captive Hope

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Feed cuts in

Fuzzy for a moment

Then snapping into focus

She was bound to the chair

Arms at her sides

Several wires lead from her head

Down

Over

And into a device

Sitting before a man dressed in black

He cleared his throat

In that way one does

When they know

They already have your attention

“Miss Liska are you with us?”

A smile spread over his lips

Slug like and unappealing

She grumbled lowly

Looked up with her eyes

Without moving her head

Eyes glum pools

Despair set in

Resignation

The only thing left to her

She knew what was to come

“Good good

Now let me see here…

You are in charge of…

Personnel intake at Ignis

Well here in the city at least.”

He flipped casually

Methodically

Through a file

Information printed upon

Pale papers

Fabricated from rice most likely

“Your recent interview

Interview ten-thirty-two”

Enunciating his words

With exaggerated elegance

Reminiscent of street thugs

Playing at posh

“You saw a mister…

Novak”

His eyes flicked to her

Scanning

Watching

Eyeing her for a tick

Recognition

He goes back to reading

“Quite the catch

For you

And yours…”

He said with something

Predatory

Biting

Behind his voice

“Why…

He singlehandedly

Decimated Tartarus…”

Slowly he closed the file

“Imagine…

What he could do

If unleashed…

On something…

Someone…

More valuable”

His eyes sharpened then

Stiletto stare

Cutting the distance between them

“Imagine the havoc

The chaos

Someone like that could inflict!”

He tossed the file on the floor

“Imagine how much money

That could cost someone…

And what those people…

Would do…

To him…”

He leaned over the device before him

Practically spitting the words at her

Venom shot through air

“And who they might hire…

To…

Locate such a man”

The smile returned

With some vinegar

Soured and surly

She said nothing

Stoic

Hard

She’d been through worse

It was plain on her face

“… That’s fine

You’ll talk”

He pressed a button

Screen light bouncing off of him

Cerulean effluence

Fingers fluttering over keys

Then a pause

Pregnant and ponderous

Then one last key

Branislava shook

Trembling full body

Eyes rolling back

Lids fluttering

Uncontrollable

Fists clenched hard

He let this go

For a minute

Then casually

Clicked

One more key

Her eyes flew open

Screams

She screamed so loud

Speakers peaking

Eyes filled with terror

Unbridled

Unhinged

She screamed

And screamed

And screamed

“Hey!”

He stood up and walked to her

Snapping fingers

Her head lolled side

To side

Eyes unfocused

He gave her a slap

Hard

Single clap

She gasped and breathed hard

Lungfuls

Sucking in

Exhaling fast

He grasped the sides of her face

“Where

Does

He

Live?”

Her mouth moved

Silent to me

He smiled

Yanking cords out

From external jack

Beneath her skull

“Was that so hard?”

He patted her cheek

“We’ll make it quick…”

I pause the video

Breathing slowly in

Staring at the screen

Stunned into silence

And out

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The board buzzes far above

BUY STIMU-LAX TODAY

I press my hand to the pole

Cold metal buzzes under touch

My sight blurs out

And command prompt appears

Within my eyes

I work my magic

Language archaic on these

The oldest electronic boards

Very little security

Their fault really

Moments of waiting

Then I have access

I upload my own board

And confirm changes

Above it flickers

Shifts

Then is replaced by something else

WHO ARE THE BŁAZEN COURT FIVE?

And below faces

Five folks

Buried by the companies

Lost in the wires

But I remember

And now they will too

I pull up hood

Tap my face cloth cover

It lights up

Sharp teeth displayed

In dazzling blues

One more tonight

Then I’ll go home

I walk a few more blocks

Deeper into the commercial district

Smiling faces

Different races

Different sexes

Some indistinguishable

All beautiful

But something wrong

Something off

Too perfect

Too-tight lips

Too-big eyes

I stop before one ad

A woman enwreathed in light

Smile porcelain perfection

ŁANIA SMILE TODAY!

ONLY 630099R!!!

I pull from my pack

A tall tube

One thin slit open

I tap the top and hold it to the wall

Blue light appears

Telling me it is ready

Slowly I move it from left to right

Program dispenses lines of paint

Rapid and precise

Forming my art

A man

Dropped within gears

Churning

Grinding

And the words

THE CORP REQUIRES MORE BLOOD

And below, my tag

GEISHA

In vibrant purples and pinks

I smile beneath my mask

It’s not much

Really

But it makes me feel better

To know

I’ve ruined the day

Of some black suited drone

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Update Required

The buzzing started weeks ago

An update claiming upgrades

“To quality of life”

My eyes swam with words

End User Agreement

And several hundred paragraphs

I brushed them aside

Progress bar began

Several hours later

A warning appeared

“USER BELOW PRODUCTIVITY THRESHOLD”

Then the buzzing began

Three words flashing over and over

“Return to Work”

I am crippled from the waist down

I am only qualified for physical labor

But I cannot afford cybernetics

Beyond the state mandated

Citizen OS

I feel nauseous…

I just want it to end

For quiet

For rest