Category: Portland 2175

  • Crist Mock tears his breathing apparatus from his face at exactly 2:47 PM, and I attenuate his scream to a whisper before the first syllable can damage anyone’s hearing or trigger panic protocols. His voice cuts through Courtroom 7 like a blade seeking God’s throat, but what the gallery hears is barely audible murmur while…

  • Portland 2175: The Awakening of Aria 7 A Prologue to the Serial I.  The Silence After the Fire It is easy, in retrospect, to imagine the end as loud: sirens, missiles, towers collapsing into dust. Yet those who survived the first week of 2158 remembered the silence more than the sound. It began in Jerusalem.…

  • Oh, for crying out loud. Here we are again, another hearing scheduled for 9:00 AM sharp, and do you want to guess when people actually start filing into Courtroom 7? 9:17 AM, if we’re lucky. I’m Judicial Calendar System JCS-847, and after thirty-seven years of managing courthouse schedules, I’ve learned that punctuality is apparently a…

  • “Listen, when you’re a microscope watching Dr. Lucide Splain’s hands shake over soil samples that glow faintly green, you start to wonder if magnification is really about making things bigger or making the impossible suddenly visible. She’s examining radiation-munching bacteria—little cellular janitors that figured out how to eat cesium-137 for breakfast and shit out plant…

  • I am the sensor that monitors breathing, but breath connects individual life to atmospheric commons. Right now I’m watching Calix Martinez hyperventilate outside the courthouse while her breathing apparatus has what I can only describe as a mechanical panic attack, but I’m also monitoring something miraculous: a small flock of radiation-adapted crows that have learned…