Pls i am vry tired

It will be called

"Honey I communed the ism"

  • Caltha_Palustris [she/her]
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    1 year ago

    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."