A Grrl and her Dog

With apologies to Harlan Ellison. And Jebus. Oh, wait, fuck that, they are both safely dead.

A lovely day in Amerikkka

It was a lovely January day in America (Unats). The sun shone. Sticky flakes of sooty plastic glittered on the ground and the dead limbs of the remaining vegetation. And then, the murders began…

Years in your future, dear reader, sunny and unusually cold at 80 degrees. Only three mass shootings and 361 individual killings in town the whole month!

The androplague had spared half the towns men leaving them free to hold up liquor stores, O.D. on Substance D, and shoot each other over parking places. Good times. No class III Kill storms in the forecast. After five years the ionizing radiation from the latest IndoPak war was mainly gone.

The UV index was only 6.

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