Once, grandmother told me of something called “sea”. She couldn’t really describe how so much water could ever exist. How there could be storms raising waves that could swallow a man.
Water, more than our rations, more than what was “wasted” for the high-priestess’ pool., even more than those leagues upon leagues of sand-dunes outside.
Water, merging with sky.
Talking water is heresy and of course she was recycled giving us food for a week, but I still miss my crazed old grandmother and her fairy-tales.
I should never have told her stories to Milford… the rat.
So I saw a dome and a desert outside and thought of those experiments of living inside a dome and be self-sustained. Maybe even losing the contact with the outside world over generations.
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Milford puzzled me a little. I guess he was a friend, squealed, and the narrator was recycled too
My thought that he had squealed on the grandmother… but you are right the narrator is likely to be recycled as well.
Bjorn, have you seen the movie, “Fury Road”? Your story made me think of it. The funnel for humankind will not be pretty.
Nope… sounds like something I wouldn’t watch right before bedtime.
The society sequestered to the extent that the outside world has fallen into myth is an interesting twist on the biodome direction in which a few of us went.
This also reminded me of Dune and Soilent Green. “Soilent Green is (SPOILER!!!)”
Indeed… in the end we might have to eat our kin.
Uh-oh. I don’t have a large family.
I liked the voice here, Bjorn.
And I wonder if grandmother tasted a bit like chicken…
I hope not… it’s snake that tastes like chicken
Recycled Grandmother! I suppose nothing should go to waste, especially in those extreme circumstances! Good take Bjorn.
I think nothing should be wasted if we are to survive… in reality, i think we will eat the maggots instead.
Guess it pays to keep one’s mouth shut about the days of old History must remain locked up.
I think history is already the most dangerous subject in school.
Now that is true!
The casual “… and of course she was recycled” was a showstopper. Well done.
I wanted to write it in a tone that is entirely unfamiliar to us… it’s an effective technique.
The narrator may have dodged the bullet by protesting that he hadn’t been able to stop Grandma talking. But he’ll be for the chop when the authorities find his diary…grim story, Bjorn. It’s interesting how many dystopian stories there are this week.
I think everyone are up for the chop sooner or later.
Dear Björn,
Soylent Green is PEOPLE! Poor recycled grandma.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I think we will have to learn that in the end, we are only to care about nutrients.
A good tale. Love how it played out, too.
I am not sure I like what happened but as a tale I enjoy it.
Awful vision of the future. Those frogs aren’t eating each other, you know 🙂 it’s something much more basic!
It is terrible, but it could come true.
i can imagine this is how the first settlers in mars will endure for generations.
Or how it will be on earth if we don’t take care.
They ate Grandma? And now the narrator is going to be desert?
I think I’m going to die before it gets that bad!
Maybe being eaten is better than to eat if it comes to this.
Ew.
Poor grandma! And all because she was talking bout the good ole days.
The good ole days are dangerous…
I’m all for recycling! I bet grandma was a bit stringy, though.
A future more “Mad Max” than “Waterworld”.
I think the narrator is reserved, there will be an invitation for dinner with the high priestess.
We saw the same thing this week. I like your focus on the importance of water and character.
I think the focus on something very basic will be part of a dystopian world.
Loved your twist on a dystopian future, Bjorn, the disturbingly matter of fact way your protagonist talks about eating his recycled nan. Chilling but well written
I wanted the voice of the narrator to be totally different from what is acceptable today.
You did it well
What a life, eating Grandma? Looks like in the future nothing will go to waste.
Nothing can be wasted in the future to come.
What an inventive angle on water scarcity, love the way you hint at the dystopian state of the world. Makes for a spine chilling story Bjorn.
I wanted to hint it with a voice where this the new norm.
This story gives new meaning to the phrase “nothing goes to waste”. A world with no seas is a dystopia indeed.
Oh dear, I think he’s off to be recycled next right? Milford is a fink! Great piece with the dome. Poor grandma. Lotta finks here.
If you are gonna recycle anyone I think it should be grandmothers!