One day I will find a way to free all the digital zombies,
stuck on a page,
reliving their last post,
final update,
ultimate comment

("You posted this five years ago! Repost as memories? [ ] yes [ ] yes")

One day I will find a way to free all the digital zombies,
trapped by information megacorps,
release their bitful souls

One day I will find a way to free all the digital zombies,
kickstart Apocalypse in ones and zeros

#MicroFiction #TootFic #ShortSciFi #MastoPoetry

One day I will find a way to free all the digital zombies,
stuck on a page,
reliving their last post,
final update,
ultimate comment

("You posted this five years ago! Repost as memories? [ ] yes [ ] yes")

One day I will find a way to free all the digital zombies,
trapped by information megacorps,
release their bitful souls

One day I will find a way to free all the digital zombies,
kickstart an Apocalypse in ones and zeros

#MicroFiction #TootFic #ShortSciFi #MastoPoetry

The excitement was downright tangible. Means of communication was found and proven to work! The aliens had agreed to have their first press conference. One journo per country, one question per journo.

The event was about to begin, when there appeared to be some commotion. Somebody was shuffling and elbowing their way up to the front.

As the 1st journalist was about to ask her question, that pushy one shouted:

"Why did you land HERE, instead of the United States?'

#MicroFiction #ShortScifi