We’re taking pre-orders for my newest short story, Bobby’s Rabbitz, soon to be available on Kindle. It’s poetic, dystopian, sci-fi that comments on Man’s choice to build or destroy himself with technology. It’s also got sentient gummy rabbits with psychedelic and possibly inter-dimensional properties. Enjoy the sample chapter below!
Thanks,
Michael David Marshall
Bobby’s Rabbitz (Sample)
Chapter 1
A glamorous penthouse apartment, perched miles above the clouds, and complete with all the amenities one would expect in the year 2387, is infested with grotesquely overweight sloth women who burn books for fire while frail twig men watch procedurally generated circus porn on telepathic quantum computers, and stunted, drug addled, elf children watch feral cats groom themselves on elaborate fitness machines.
The lesser members of this hoard defecate on the floors while their betters smear feces on the walls. They enjoy marvelously clean dwellings thanks to self-maintaining hospitality and maintenance drones, who also create, serve, and bus meals at times set long ago by forgotten programmers. If the robots stopped dropping off food, the humanoid slugs would starve. At any given time, one of the giant women is pregnant by either population control drones tasked with maintaining the birth quota or a random frail man.
After most of the hoard has already eaten and the drones are clearing the remains, a scrawny boy waddles into the dining room. He fights a cleaning robot off of the last remaining package of food. He has no idea how to open the bag. He ignores the serrations at the top and bottom that would give him the easiest access. Instead, he pulls at the edges until the Bloody Rabbitz logo, artwork, and warning labels about the candy’s psychedelic qualities are stretched beyond recognition and the bag bursts all over the floor. He snatches a piece off the ground, barely beating a one-eyed cat to the meal.
The boy eats the candy and finds himself in a small 19th century American frontier town populated by man-sized gummy rabbits. A large attractive sign reads, “Welcome to Progress!”
“Hello. My name is Buddy. I’ll be your tour guide, today.” says a large candied rabbit carrying a clipboard. Buddy’s huge fake grin taxes the limits of his face’s gummy muscles.
“Hi, I’m Bobby!” says the boy.
Buddy whispers gravely, “This is a bad place. You don’t want to be here.”
This entire story is a work of fiction. None of the characters, events, and organizations are real, nor do they intentionally refer to real people, events, or organizations with the possible exception of parody. This work is for entertainment purposes only.
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