The Unilever Series: Dominique Gonzales Foerster - TH.2058

 

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Fifty Years Ago
By Inari Porkka

Every so often humanity looks back to the past to see how different life was when their grandparents were young.  Fifty years ago people had more time for themselves, they had less confusing choices to make in their lives, they considered family to be important. Fifty years ago the world was a real place to be [...]
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Phase Cycle
By Salwa Azar

1. As dark-shod feet sloshed through the rain and flood-induced sludge on the pavement, moisture hung in the air from the fog off the river that lapped for now, peacefully against the concrete and flex-metal container built after the great war of 35 destroyed part of the bank. Laser turrets blinked expectantly in the mist, constantly [...]
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the worlds "true" end
By mack muggleton

the year is 2058most of the worlds governments have been destroyed (invaded) by larger more powerful countries that are in a constant battle for the last remaining drops of oil. as more and more oil is used the last remaining super governments are planning to use nuclear missiles to “eliminate” each other. as the days and [...]
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Three tubes
By Greg Crowhurst

Three tubes Any old paint will do for this muck. “Splash it on me hearties, with an old sock, in ultramarine !” said he look at me. Rope it,ride it, suck it, seize it. Suffer it . Beat it, slap it, whip it There. “Do you know … ?” Ah! Feel it , won’t you ! all over your hands, smell it, taste it on [...]
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2058: a retrospective
By David Leuchars

t’s hard to believe that not so long ago we felt we’d reached the pinnacle of mankind. “That’s it!” The Scientists cried. “We’ve discovered everything, created some new things, and know everything there is to know!” The Internet was deemed “full” by more people then is needed. It was, indeed, a good time to be alive. [...]
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Paint the Planet
By Robert Masters

I had a dream last night that i don’t quite understand. Usually when my head hits the pillow i dream about inconsequential circumstances that seem to evolve from ideas i have on a regular basis, such as misplaced objects, pressure causing panic, difficulties that i may one day face. Many would say that when you dream [...]
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A bunny in Tuscany
By Lizz K. H.

The future. Where did I see myself in the future? Will I still be behind the same desk in the input office? Click. I like the sound my acrylic nails make when I’m typing. The other girls in the office prefer to mod their desktops to a voice recognition format but the satisfaction of hearing the smash [...]
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museum within us
By Julia Elena Calderon Beltran

The museums are spaces created with bricks and cement. They have schedules and it is necessary to pay to enter and to be able to appreciate the works or art. Although the museum-buildings still exist to keep the art-objects, now art-ideas exist in the museum-minds. Artists create the work of art in the spectator’s mind and the [...]
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The Memory Clinic
By Rob Long

In writing the date, he felt like part of the past. 29th December.  Whatever year is written next is a dead man walking. He typed it anyway, because he had to: 2058. It is already next year, Jack thought. You don’t need to bother us any more. He shut his diary down, nearly dropping it [...]
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Waiting
By Jocose

Catherine stood a few feet away from the French windows, watching, absently, as the droplets of rain, raced down the glass, towards the swollen framework. She thought, what she always did at this point- So much for the window frames, that can cope withanythingmother nature, can throw at them! She glanced, automatically, at the edge of the [...]
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Resurrecting the Drowned
By Johann Carlisle

As she walked along the narrow bridge, her sodden hair hanging in wiry knots around her neck, she became aware with a faint irritation behind her eyes that a handful of consoles across the metropolis were already tuning into Medusa’s widecast channel. She blinked, trying to hold it down; a peak-time ratings spike could lead to [...]
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The Disarmed Man
By Neil Dangerfield

James Eccarus gazed out across the ice-strewn river towards Southwark bridge.  As he pulled his scarf from his throat, the cold winter sun stung the back of his neck.  He rewrapped the scarf, more tightly this time.  He lent forward, resting his elbows on the walkway’s handrail.  He clutched the book in his hands to his chest, scared that it [...]
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Lost and found
By JLK

New world, you ask? There is this place where no one is lonely, where we understand, we know more. It’s almost as we were lost and we have found the basics once again. It’s not that it was so bad living in a year 2008, don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t. it was kinda cool. Here, in [...]
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Fruit/Eat/Insects
By Evan Scott Bryson

He quit chain-smoking at the same time he broke up with his girlfriend. He never mentioned either again and this action seemed the perfect extension of his coming out; cigarettes drew the lights of a peculiar class of men, themselves living by this sign, all decipherers of a reduced Morse code. The girlfriend, obfuscated by [...]
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From the past to the future; from today to the future.
By María Belén Ballesta

A man in the year 2058 wonders what the word “art” means. Nobody would answer him properly but drastically: “How can you ask such a thing? Don´t you know? Art is everything now!” He is tired of it. Everybody considers anything a piece of art. But he trusts his hart that art is not anything. Someone [...]
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ICED COFFEE
By Martin Richmond

In the fading light of the Aurora Borealis above Quinn’s head a single sea bird circled. Quinn took aim, clumsily adjusting the telescopic sight of his pulse rifle as he was reluctant to remove his thick gloves. The ice began to form on his goggles as he struggled to keep the bird in sight and [...]
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Window
By Aliya Whiteley

I like the cold smooth metal of the doors. The doors are everywhere; the ones ahead open only after the ones behind have shut. Twenty at a time we travel through London, through the tubes without windows. Sometimes people try to push ahead, and when that happens the frustration is a knot in the centre of each [...]
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A Sci-Fi Autobiography
By mark andrew williams

I am 88 years old now. I really never thought that I would live this long. In 2008 I was 38, redundant, unemployed at the crest of the new recession. Cigarettes, alcohol and a general disdain for the gym meant that whilst I was not over weight, I was not particularly healthy. I enjoyed mountain biking and rock climbing [...]
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Port-forwarding the library
By Sam Pablo Kuper

“But I Googled everything!” Lena cried. “Google doesn’t know everything, though,” said Tom. “It doesn’t know what you had for breakfast this morning, for instance.” “If we had a holobot, it would!” retorted Lena. “It could watch me eat, semrec me doing it, upload that to Google and then everyone in my filter would be able to [...]
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Remembrance
By Neil Ayres

I am a Learner. My son has been killed. It was not a gentle, expected death. I should not speak, for I am a Learner. I have written my son’s mother a letter. The letter is like this: Your son has died. Your daughter is still alive. I have not Learned where, but I will try to find her. It is [...]
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So They Must Return
By Jenni Fagan

The pods are ripe. Elk dips a metal bar with a round red plastic barstool seat roughly taped on, into the water and pulls back.Each time he does this he holds his breath and relaxes into the glide of the tiny wooden canoe.  When Elk closes his eyes and lets go, the glide feels similar to [...]
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The Companion Signal
By Thomas White

The Companion Signal 1 – escape Frost crept up the curved glass shielding like the very fingers of death, wrapping around everything I ever knew.Within, the specimen lay intact.My gloves scraped tiny flakes away, only to see her face fade quickly beneath the thick fog which had been filling the room.”Cryogenic transfer complete”, I read as the [...]
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Artwork 2058: Probability Cloud
By Jeff Noon

O1 AUDIO GUIDE Gallery 27 contains a single artefact known as <Mirror Tomb>. Blank exercise books decorate a large mound of earth, which supports a central slate structure. Silver mist hovers around the work. Visibility is near zero, with a random ten-second burst of intense brightness occurring once a year. The viewer’s face may then be [...]
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