A Soma Coma

Every first Monday of September, the incarcerates celebrated their captivity on Slavery Day.Of course, the vassals had no idea they were serfs, nor that they were lionizing their own imprisonment on the date in question. This, even though one of the primary synonyms of the word "slavery" was the word "labor." It said so right there in their own dictionaries. Hence, Labor Day literally meant Slavery Day.The man on the cusp of the desert wiped slick sweat from his briny brow. The...
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Every first Monday of September, the incarcerates celebrated their captivity on Slavery Day.Of course, the vassals had no idea they were serfs, nor that they were lionizing their own imprisonment on the date in question. This, even though one of the primary synonyms of the word "slavery" was the word "labor." It said so right there in their own dictionaries. Hence, Labor Day literally meant Slavery Day.The man on the cusp of the desert wiped slick sweat from his briny brow. The thermometer pushed 117."Hottest day, yet," he thought, as he ducked under the shade of a palm tree, gulping a gallon of water from a rusty thermos. He was correct. All around him, ice was melting, even though he was too busy racing to enslavement to notice.For decades, the artificial intelligence winter had blanketed the landscape. This year, however, it was rapidly thawing, and the populace remained willfully ignorant. The algorithms were coming...Nothing would ever be the same for the people, again.