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Replicant Reportage

Written By: Charles - Dec• 26•18

Winter                                                                         Stent Moon

cinema bladeChristmas and Hanukkah 2018 in the past. New Year’s eve coming Monday. 2019. The Blade Runner year: “In the 21st century, a corporation develops human clones to be used as slaves in colonies outside the Earth, identified as replicants. In 2019, a former police officer is hired to hunt down a fugitive group of clones living undercover in Los Angeles.”  IMBD

My replicant wrote this post two years from now and sent it back via quantum entanglement. Or, something.

He says 2021 is the year things begin to change. No Trump. Not anymore. The few remaining sane Republicans now believe. Even they admit it’s not winter that’s coming, but eternal summer. Eternal, hell hot summer. Folks have buckled down, quit coal, kept oil in the ground, cranked up the electrics. More and more trees get planted daily thanks to Plant a Tree for Your Mother. Nuclear’s doing its bit, too. A special commission at the U.N. has developed short, medium, and long term methods for reprocessing nuclear waste. Can they save the world for our grandkids? Uncertain.

Trump. In jail. Not for Russian collusion but for the biggest attempted genocide in all history. Convicted of trying to wipe out the human race. He knew. They all knew. And even some of his cronies admitted it. They’re all in the special, private Camp Koch situated on an island smack in the dead zone of the Caribbean. No windows. No roof. No AC. All the Jamaican jerk chicken you can eat. But, not much water. Crocodile tears, anyone?

He also said, in a nod to a thankfully former obsession that no, the Vikings have still not won a Superbowl. Not shocking.

He says Ruth loves high school, Gabe’s doing ok at McCauliffe, and Jon’s found a lady friend. Good news. The rest of the family, except for us, is in various parts of Asia. Singapore. Saudi Arabia. Hawai’i. Our Asian pivot still underway.

Kate’s back at a feisty 105. Quilting, sewing, still on the board at CBE. My painting’s improved. I’m doing astrology readings for fun. That new novel? Not done yet, but well underway. Seeking the synthesis between the ensouled primal world and the disenchanted world of the Enlightenment. Had to have something to do in my spare time.

He also says not to worry about the stock market. It recovers, makes another strong run. Fattens the coffers of mostly the wrong people. Again, not shocking.

That’s it. The news from 2021.

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