Left to Our Own Devices
A micro-story by T.F. Higgins
Scene: Run-of-the-mill dystopian wasteland
When: Post-mass debilitation
We did it to ourselves. That’s no surprise. Rampant tumors. Visible ones that distorted craniums and ruined our god-given symmetry. Entire towns were thrust into chaos by dementia. A new type of merit-based society emerged, one where deft shoelace manipulation could earn you the mayorship. Our saving grace? Mass infertility.
The big book was right. The meek shan’t have a choice but to inherit this world. The device-less, uneducated, impoverished, and distended awoke to realize that those at the helm had lost their grip on reality. Lost leaders who absconded to their hand-held virtual world. There in the playful sociological conversion lurked the real and present sickness.
They had access to everything at their fingertips. The first cyborg revolution. 6 out of the 7 billion of our species. They uploaded everything from the mundane to the beautiful and unwittingly downloaded their disease. Left to their own devices, they leapt to their electro-magnetic demise.