The Unilever Series: Dominique Gonzales Foerster - TH.2058


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Sunset in 2058
By Emma Allwood

The glowing wound of golden sun bleeds into the evening as the city of London slowly turns away from it. The sky is a soft pink, streaked with burning amber as the last light of the summer day fades. Total silence befalls every house, every street. The grey, crumbling dome of the once great cathedral [...]
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Bios Online
By Arri Kafoor

“Lucky Poker is the best online poker room on the web and the only online poker to offer instant bonus (available immediately) on your first deposit.” ‘Click’ “Online Poker at the Fastest Growing Online Poker Room. Full Metal Poker offers the best in online poker: world famous pros, a huge bonus, real or play money.” ‘Click’ “Online poker rooms [...]
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Today’s houses
By Nele

Today is built on the ruins of yesterday, and tomorrow will be built on the ruins of today. But on which ruins did we start building today’s houses? On those left by the financial crisis about fifty years ago when the whole planet sank into a deep depression – not only our economies but also our hearts [...]
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A Question Of Sport
By Mark Eastwood

On the day Mallick became the first Real-Life Person to be sued by his own Avatar, he awoke to discover an unfamiliar city beyond his window, and looming on the skyline, a giant projected-image of Sue Barker shaking with laughter. Still lost in the fug of sleep, it took him a few moments to realise his VistaVision must be on the [...]
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Cremation dust
By Derek Bates

Anton turned the pages of Virginia Woolf’s ‘Jacob’s Room’.The pages crackled in the dry heat of his living quarters. The book, one of many 20th Century novels he had read, was so fixed in his mind, because of the compulsory memory enhancing drugs he took that he had only to look at the first word [...]
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By Peter Davidson

Forty-seven years since the Games, the remains of Parliament lie forlornly across the river. The shattered windows stare uncomprehendingly at the great London Eye now lying half-submerged in the Thames like some giant discarded bicycle wheel. It’s dusk, and London lies sullen before me. I breathe the smell of wood-smoke and coal and try and remember tourists, congestion and [...]
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Children of the Blue Flower
By Patsy Collins

The food, water all gone now. Time to leave hiding place, find more. I’m alive. After all that’s happened, I’m alive. Don’t know time, day, month. Guess February. Know year. 2058. Two things I know;  must learn more. I’m Child of the Blue Flower; trained to natural world. Care for creatures, protect plants. Must find Prophecies. [...]
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By Linfasonora

In*visible is a fascination, a chance to think and then dream. It is a soft, emotional architecture. In*visible is an imaginative experiment, which consists in switching from visible to invisible through a conceptual breathe. It is an architecture that seems to appear from the void, made of tiny items of material. Only quantity and proximity render [...]

Precepts for the Atavist
By Evan Scott Bryson

A fuzz on the land, gauze gone sloppy and thick with scabs—only rain, filling every corner sodden, no basement safe, no treasured untouched by the stomach of eels loosed upon the neighborhood as the fens turned into lakes, and the lakes overcame the towns. The roads for bilge, and foul-smoking boats to ferry the last [...]
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By Linfasonora

Once upon a time an ancient agreement of solidarity has linked humans with plants forever. They collaborate for their reciprocal surviving, exchanging doses of vital chemical substances. The communication happens through breathing. Through nebulas of air, the lymph. There is a melancholic attitude in the simple action of breathing. This story is placed in [...]

Not Quite The Nine O Clock News
By Joseph Gillett

While their rain-soaked clothes dried on the infrared mangle in the lounge of their 23rd floor North London flat, friends, Charles Cruttwell and Alex Blench, ate that very English of delicacies, Mermaid on toast, and looked out at the evening waterscape from the window of their Trellick Tower flat.  All, except the tip of The [...]
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Snap-Shots of the Apocalypse
By Katy Wimhurst

Min despised the Tate Art and Refuge Centre. It contained little art and, in her opinion, more refuse than refuge. She’d been approached by pimps in the café there, had witnessed fist-fights over chocolate, and had once seen a small artwork used as a frisbee. But today, staring at the empty food cupboard in her [...]
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COMCON. Mode Calling
By Violet Rook

“What is your preferred Com Mode? The image flickered then the sound of a voice, obviously made by a computer. “Sorry, but who are you. Please give your MRC before commencing.” I was not allowing such an intrusion into my communication space. What a cheek. I could feel my adrenaline level increasing, my wrist indicator showed my blood pressure followed [...]
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In the blink of an eye
By david o leary

The planet earth the pearl of the cosmos spins on its axis 4.5 billion years old. The father sun rises and sets his seeds of light impregnating her soil 92 million miles away. She grows strong, life surged across her surface blossoming in plant and animal. Her purpose accomplished she is content. She is of [...]
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The Critic
By Martin Adams

I’m downloading these last thoughts direct from the gallows in The VirginJustice Trafalgar Square®, so I will endeavour to be brief, as my time is nearly up. It is a cruel irony that I watched the last live hangings on the office holo-screen the day all this began. Or should I say half-watched, for although [...]
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Too Much to Expect
By Hilary Wade

I woke to the theme from ‘Knight Rider’, playing on a mobile phone. After eight bars it cut out abruptly. Then it started again. Played through eight bars. Cut out. Began again. Stopped. “That was the ‘Theme from Knight Rider,’” announced a cheery voice, “and this is 3Henry Kelly bringing you Classic Ringtones, an hour [...]
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Without Hope…
By Daniel Dunne

Andrew leaned back and rubbed his eyes. The images on his computer screen were still blurry When did I last sleep? He focused on the streaming news ticker on the bottom of his screen and grimaced. His Grandfather had taught him that it was important to keep up to date with current affairs and that it was important [...]
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Incandescent celestial satelites
By Steven Sladdin

Ascetic armies caught up in incandescent silver satellites thrown across the galaxy by celestial bodies and angry existences, Purple shimmers and silver flits, dance fast in the dark. Moth ridden skies and planetary prudence, falling ice shards and shattered hopes. Our tears drip onto acidic soil which is gnarled by auspicious winds. Pungent ash burns thick in the back [...]
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It’s my birthday!
By Malcolm Culkin

Today I am 105. I’m not in bad shape – heart working OK so the Doc says. I can still walk the entire length of the hall 5 times a day and that’s with only one new knee joint. Mind you with all this rain I do feel the change when it gives up slightly. The joints [...]
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The Family
By Bruce Stirling

  The crush of bodies seeking shelter down in Turbine Hall drove me up to the roof for air. That’s when I saw her. Just after midnight, a girl no more than twelve emerged from the rain and stood before The Family, a bronze sculpture overlooking the Thames. Making sure she was unobserved, she climbed onto [...]
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Wishing Well
By Anthony Wilkins

In the few minutes before the last arc of the sun finally dipped below the horizon, it was at last cool enough for the two women to creep out and continue their exploration for another night.   For Arica, slightly the younger of the two, watching her shadow stretch and lengthen was never less than fascinating. Myrna [...]
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By Nigel Cox

  As Apollo bent over and prepared for his punishment he glanced up at the orang utangs perched on the London eye and the Dolphins bounding  playfully down the river in the warm November sunshine. The huge clock said London 2058 November 22  11 am, temperature 26 degrees centigrade.  Apollo didnt believe it – any of it.The first [...]
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Shit New World
By Martin Hayes

Is this it? Seriously? Robot butlers and hover-cars and weekend trips to the moon and as much other pointless bollocks as you care to mention. I mean, it’s 2058 for Christ’s sake. This isn’t what our grandfathers were promised. Where’s the sex-bots? Where’s the fun? I’m still waiting for the doors of perception to [...]
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London – 2058
By Eileen Moeller

“Call me the Postman. Call me the bloody Lord Mayor of London if you like. Oh, those old fashioned user names were something. There’s not many left to remember them now, never mind wax nostalgic .  No, the city of London’s extinct. And the Wilderlands have no use for a Lord Mayor.  Gone the way [...]
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All Is
By bruce stirling

  the o  keeps o o o o o o o o sticky little drops of cement on my oooooooooooo and my oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Pompeiing me as it has all Londonium is this the year 20 and fifty 8 Mr. Thomlinson oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Mrs. Bryant oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo her dog oOo royal OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO and royal o this ashy rain is obviously o o o o o o o o a democrat turning one and all into stone-cold statuary defying the hand of man but how and why? but what does it matter when soon I shall die? o  but is it art this incessant oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo when the last man is oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo who will walk among us we, the stone-cold oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo who will [...]
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