Or aggressive-aggressive – Azalea a science-fiction story
In any case, ElectoPod once more inundates the kitchen with the latest appalling news. A brand new era of almost undetectable AI proxies are battling it out for mindshare as November approaches. There is an ocean of microtargeted content out there, flooding peop’s feed, dynamically tailorable, proprietary ads and entertainment crafted upon mountains of surveilled data – and all of them being fraudulently exfiltrated offshore, cut and sewn to resonate with public opinion – and nobody knows who or what’s crafting it. It’s enough to make Tascha think she should have been fighting her way through her ADHD and earned her programming degree. Someone needs to be earning money off that.Azalea a science-fiction story, Azalea a science-fiction story.
Rather, Tascha clicks her tongue and triggers her own feed. Peace immediately envelops her, as ElectoMute smothers ElectoPod. Custom-fitted bone-conducted vibrations buzz against the skull and it’s a fully supra-perceptual cancellation of the sound waves emanating from Xia’s topic in her head. ElectoMute is Tascha’s solely paid subscription. It’s not even audible – Xia is n’t happy with every month end invoice. A symptom of Late-Stage Capitalism. Having a fee for stopping another feed from making its noise.
Tascha calls it the most effective $50 a month she’s ever spent.
Sometimes, it’s simply nicer to close issues out. If Tascha is reliable, it is always better to just shut down issues. Ever since she obtained her first bone implants on suggestion of the varsity counselor to assist her focus and calm herself, she’s been a fan of shutting issues out. People are each distracting and a trouble. Tascha still finds it amazing that Xia doesn’t drive her up the wall even more. Sure, she additionally has one other—very secret—mute feed tuned to Xia’s voice however doesn’t everybody put their relationship on mute generally? Azalea a science-fiction story
Xia is pushing a smoothie throughout the desk at her. Her lips make noise shapes. “No smoothie?”
Tascha shuts off ElectoMute and XiaMute. Do you know the plywood on site is made of mushrooms?
“So?”
“It’s like, mushroom-hemp composite. I could bring some back for your smoothies.”
“Very funny.”
“It’s carbon negative. You’d love it.”
Xia offers her a pointy look. “Don’t be cute. I’ll take it from the kid who lost her whole town to a tornado, not from you.
Xia volunteers on the Georgia Displacement Authority. She doesn’t have a full work allow but, however she will be able to volunteer, so, after all, she does.
Xia, all the time looking for everybody.
Tascha nurses her smoothie. Her father says that relationships are about compromise. If the worst factor about Xia is kale-cricket smoothies, Tascha is aware of she’s a winner. She chuggs the last of the smoothie down and gets off the chair.
“I’m late.”
Xia’s lips transfer once more, making extra mouth shapes.
Tascha tunes again in. “What?”
“I said, make sure your frigrig’s charged. It’s hot today.”
“It’s always charged. They charge them every shift.”
Xia is undeterred. “And swap out your mask filters. Canada’s burning up again.”
“How is there even any forest left?”
Janet’s voice breaks into Tascha’s headset while they both swing from tier to tier of their harnesses, hanging fromropes. The grey soup of Canada’s burning forests envelops them.
BC: Not Fucking Welcome.” Azalea a science-fiction story
They are sewing photo voltaic, hanging 300 feet high in the air, their way down Tower 3 of the brand new Azalea Arcology. Tying window electrics, photo voltaic paint, and cell panels collectively. The combine is intended to create a nice sample (azaleas, for real) on the front of the arcology building, but the architect has got to be shot, as the electronics prove to be a headache and Tascha’s group is behind schedule.
With the majority of the arcology being fast-attach, standard, Lego-like, factory-in-the-box units with fully autonomous deployment from storage to site and volumetric assembly, all they require is a tool. In the early phases, Azalea was simply swarms of bots digging, grading, and auto-assembling in line with plan, knitting collectively the bones and pores and skin of a whole new metropolis of 10,000. After they’ve reached closing ending stages, however, people are once again getting into a position. The intricate flow of mixed electrical elements still require some intelligent human involvement, and this is why Tascha’s team is floundering in the Atlanta heat (nearly mummified in Day-Glo frigrigs, all to avoid the chilling effect).
There’s a different level to cycling to work with just a filter mask and a numbing helmet to keep you cool; there is an entirely different level to being at risk of the side of a building, stuck all day long, in wet-bulb temps which ..
“I heard someone was camping up in Alberta and lit a bunch of beetle kill on fire. Whole state’s going up.”
“Is it a state or a province?”
“How the fuck would I know?”
Is it possible we could cut the coms, crew? Latoya, their crew leader, enquires. “Some of us are trying to make bonus.”
“Yeah, Janet, get to work.”
An extended refrain of settlement comes next from the rest of the crew.
“Yeah, Janet, get to work.”