Pls i am vry tired
It will be called
“Honey I communed the ism”
I found it! :marx-hi:
you walk out onto the street
people are milling around happily
buildings are no longer designed with imposing security features
violence has all but disappeared thanks to sudden material abundance
people are no longer forced to purchase a beverage just to sit down and talk in public spaces
the architecture has been redesigned to be more accommodating for pedestrians
seating areas seem widely available
people sit and talk among themselves
even strangers seem capable of breaking into conversation easily
you feel as if you’ve wandered into a massive public museum or some other noncommercial public space
but even this comparison doesn’t feel quite right
you realize you’ve never been to a place quite like this
you decide to take the train to your old home
you’re confused as you reach the train station and find the turnstiles have disappeared
you walk in unobstructed
the screen indicates that your train should be there shortly
you assume that you’ve arrived just on time
you then realize that the track has been expanded massively
automated maglev trains glide silently in and out of the station every thirty seconds
no advertisements are pasted on the station’s walls
these have been replaced with noticeboards informing commuters of gatherings or work opportunities
commuters occupy themselves with tablet-style devices
unlike in the capitalist era they do not appear to be distracting themselves with facebook or games
some seem to be reading complex scientific and philosophical treatises
unburdened by mind-numbing hours of work they have the time and energy to expand their minds
others seem to be watching live-feeds of independently produced entertainment
total automation has apparently allowed people to spend their time more creatively
you ask a fellow commuter about recent events
you ask about unemployment
you ask about financial collapse
you ask about austerity
you ask about the wars in the Middle East
you ask about the possibility of inter-imperial conflict
he smiles wisely
“Those are all things of the past now, comrade.”
he speaks with a thick German accent
his snowy white beard makes him look like a professional Santa Claus
his fashion sense seems anachronistic in this futuristic era
it is then that you realize who it is
it’s Marx
you begin to sob as you feel a burden lift from your body
a weight disappears that you didn’t even know was there
Marx places a paternal hand on your shoulder and then draws you into a loving embrace
“I told you it was inevitable, comrade.”