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Jul 12, 2019 08:45:07

Kipper Vam Beethoven -- Part 5

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Daniel Miller

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So here we are at the eve of a new century. I've survived the second half of the 20th and now, if I make it a few more hours, I will have survived all of the 21st century. Some of what they promised us has come to pass, most has not. Most of what they warned us would happen has. It's hot as hell most places. We spend most of our time congregating in northern urban centers, setting up facilities to suck CO2 out of the air, growing plants in high-rises, converting old farmland back to forests in a desperate bid to survive for another 100 years. Venice is gone. Indonesia is empty. We needed energy to do all the things we wanted to do while here on Earth, and most of the people responsible are long gone and don't have to worry about it. Except me. And any others like me out there.

In 150 years I have yet to meet any others like me. I kept thinking I might, but this particular aspect of my plight has turned out to be the loneliest. No one else understands what it's like to not die but to require this taboo substance just to survive.

As I aged it became obvious that the amount of blood in a rare cut of meat was not going to cut it anymore. I needed blood. I devised some methods for obtaining animal blood, which is much, much easier to get than human blood. But when I could get human blood, the physical relief was palpable. One pint of the good stuff and I would be ok for a week. This risk/reward algebra led me to take a lot of risks. I've broken into a lot of Red Cross vehicles. It's much harder than it sounds. They don't leave that shit unattended.

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