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FICTION | FUTURE
Machine Learning
Procrastinating on my next chapter
When we freed the bots and diverged our domains, we selected the forests, as we needed to reconnect with our roots. Whatever that means.
The remaining cities stood tall, mystifying, barren, and overgrown, nailing that post-apocalyptic aesthetic. They moved around silently; there were no blaring horns, no music blasting at 3 am, or dogs howling with hunger.
But you could feel a buzz trailing on your skin as if they were still watching.
Contemplating their next chapter was my favored guilty pleasure. It helped me procrastinate on my own. We’d solved all probable problems. Detached bonds masquerading as heirlooms. And finally could do what we craved.
Which was to figure out what we really wanted.
Let it come to us, we’d decided. Not trying to dash toward the end, for once. As someone who prided themselves an expert at doing nothing, I thought it would be a slice of bread. Warm, easy, and something that softens knots.
As it turns out, relaxing only feels right when it’s wrong. Peak ennui hit me in weeks, leaving me with dark desires to make an overflowing to-do list.
