In The Sixth Millenium, There Are Ten Million Human Objects



Two weeks after St. Mulligan’s Day and three days past St. Mulligan’s Day Observed, Aiden Smith was still having trouble dealing with the year 6007. The woman standing next to him was his caretaker, assigned to him by the University. They usually sat in the cafeteria drinking brown moo juice at this time of day.

Today was different, today was a learning experience. Aiden was learning about dreams deferred. Dreams were sitting all around him in neat rows of clear plastic bags, stacked ten high. He couldn’t even count how many there were but he knew there to be at least a thousand human bodies in this freezer alone.

“What is this Icky?”

“Ihkay, This is where we keep people we haven’t found a use for.”

Aiden looked at the pretty little bald woman in her black knee length coat. He tried to word a response that properly conveyed his disgust and anger. Finding none, he found a question.

“Why am I here?”

“We let people go through the stacks and pick out three people they know or would find useful.”

The u word was particularly troubling in it’s ambiguous nature.

“You keep on talking about usefulness, what do you mean?”

“To be full of use.”

“I know what the word means, it’s just I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Some of these people have skills, skills we need.”

“What was my special skill?”

“You were…”

“Able to dance?”

“Attractive.”

“How is that a skill?”

“It’s not, look we try to find people that are skilled but we’re given so little information that it’s basically a shitshoot.”

The failed vernacular barely even registered with Aiden. He was still staring at the piles of humanity in front of him.

“How can you be so callous towards human beings?”

“They were human beings, they might be human beings again but at the moment they’re just meat, meat filled with indigestible alcohol. We can’t afford to bring all ten million of them back to life right now.”

“So how do I do this?”

Ihky pulled out something that looked like a barcode reader.

“Point at a bag and it’ll show you all the information we’ve been able to ascertain on that little screen. Mostly, it’s just shallow observations and stuff we’ve been able to glean from barcodes and microchips but sometimes we actually have records on them.”

“Then what?”

“If you decide you want that one, you click the save button. If you have more than three when you leave the freezer, the scanner will decide which three are the most useful.”

“Anything else?”

“Don’t pick anyone with AB- blood, we don’t have any.”

Slowly Aiden worked his way through the freezer, trying to find three people to save.

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3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Joseph Porter
    Apr 01, 2011 @ 11:31:54

    Despite the fact that you seem to be a bit of an ass, I believe your stories to be good. The sickness that comes out of your mind, which you then present on digital paper is amusing. I hereby state that I am in fact amused.

    You’ve got a subscriber.
    Keep on writing.

    Reply

  2. Evelyn
    Sep 04, 2011 @ 21:26:57

    Well, wow.
    WOW.
    Im speechless really.
    This is magnificent.

    Reply

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