Post by goldenmyst on Jan 21, 2021 8:59:34 GMT -6
Samantha in Tundraland
Samantha says, “You know we transplanted the rubber tree from the Amazon for the sole purpose of its virtue as the little balloon to help young lovers avoid the stork.”
“Are you accusing me of brinkmanship?”
“Nothing as dangerous as that, just going for broke.”
“You could take the morning-after pill.”
“Heavens no, what kind of mother do you take me for?”
Years pass like dragons in a Chinese epic written over the span of centuries.
On a post-apocalyptic planet, the Arctic ice melts with global warming. A man named Jim climbs up a spiral staircase that is his DNA. The double helix leads to the boudoir of his Samantha whose glacial gaze deepens into fathomless fjords.
There Samantha serves him Earl Grey steeped in his very own madness. Then the high wire lottery of gene dice is rolled until the galaxies contained in their cells are woven into a living Scheherazade motif whose chromosomes plait with his in a cathedral of tresses. The terabytes of the genome vista are the dry land of certainty as the seas rise.
Samantha says, “Jim, the thought of my parents perishing among the ruins of the southland we left behind haunts me.”
Jim replies, “Rowena and John are busily deactivating the holo fields that hide the arable land to open up the earth for agriculture.”
Samantha says, “Jim, our home feels so far away here in the tundra of Hudson’s Bay.”
Jim replies, “The land is arable here with the help of the greenhouses. The biosphere reclamation project that is Rowena and John’s vocation gives hope for our grandchildren. But I like to think that one day they will retire down there. That is when the soil is farmable. They will grow soybeans to feed the multitudes. And in so doing their goal will be realized.”
Samantha says, “Yes and one day we’ll see their plot of green from the satellite on the google map, maybe the technology will allow us to see them out there and then we’ll know they are ok.”
One Arcadian day in the Arctic Samantha is giddy as she runs up to Jim. “Jim, my Mom, and Dad are on video chat with me. Come join us.”
They sit in front of the screen and hear voices from far away which they echo in the tone of love. Rowena addresses Samantha, “Sam, I hope Jim is treating you right because if he doesn’t I’ll break his legs.” They break out in boisterous laughter.
“He keeps both me and the sod fertile.”
Rowena breathes deep, “Sam did I hear you say what I thought you did?”
Sam replies, “Yep, this will be our second. First, we had a girl and this one will be a boy.”
John speaks like a ghost from the past. “Do you have a name for him yet?”
Sam replies, “Of course he will be ‘John’”.
John answers, “Don’t you think one John in the family is enough?”
Sam laughs. “Well, you turned out good. Why not name him after a true gentleman?”
“Hey Jim, why so quiet? You and my daughter have made me and John grandparents,” Ro says.
Jim peeps, “Oh I guess all the excitement has made me speechless. But tell me how the heck did you two connect with us on the abandoned spider’s web known as the net?”
Rowena answers, “I’ll defer that question to my husband the techie of the family.”
John’s baritone fills in the aural space. “Well though the towers are down a few strands of the web have been restored by the remaining satellites. We logged into our social media account and there you two were.”
Jim replies, “Amazing. Even after an apocalypse, the web is still there tattered as it may be.”
Rowena pipes in, “Samantha we consider Jim our very own son. Though his parents disappeared after the calamity we’ve decided to adopt him.”
Jim grins at the webcam, “I am mighty pleased to have you two as parents.”
John interjects, “Folks the satellite that connects us is about to pass out of reach. We are about to embark on a journey to the west to set up new irrigation farms. If we are in the range of a satellite there we’ll be thrilled to see the new boy.”
Samantha replies, “Dad, what if he needs me to nurse him when you two call?”
Rowena replies, “Honey, I did that plenty with you. Trust me nothing he will do will make us uncomfortable.”
“Mom, my stomach turns to think of you two drinking water as contaminated as Flint, Michigan’s was before the blowout. Dammit get your butts up here to the great north and I’ll fix you the best chef salad you’ve ever had. Please do it for your family.”
Rowena replies, “Darling your Dad and I use water purification on what we drink. My heart breaks as much as yours but our mission is for the whole planet. God, we’ll make it up there once the earth blushes green again.”
Samantha is in tears. “Oh, Mama don’t wait come now. Please, you two have done your duty. Don’t make me break down in front of your granddaughter.”
Jim says, “Sam, calm down. Don’t you understand how crucial their work is to the survival of the planet?”
Sam replies, “Children are the future of the planet and ours need their grandparents.”
Rowena says, “If the prairie grass gets a foothold in the Great Plains we’ll be there for Thanksgiving.”
Samantha weeps, “That’s like saying if the ozone layer is back to normal this year. What are the chances of that? Oh, Mom and Dad don’t ever go anywhere without your Geiger counter because your grandchildren need to know their grand-parents are out there somewhere healthy and ready to take them in your arms.” Clouds of static close the connection.
Samantha says, “You know we transplanted the rubber tree from the Amazon for the sole purpose of its virtue as the little balloon to help young lovers avoid the stork.”
“Are you accusing me of brinkmanship?”
“Nothing as dangerous as that, just going for broke.”
“You could take the morning-after pill.”
“Heavens no, what kind of mother do you take me for?”
Years pass like dragons in a Chinese epic written over the span of centuries.
On a post-apocalyptic planet, the Arctic ice melts with global warming. A man named Jim climbs up a spiral staircase that is his DNA. The double helix leads to the boudoir of his Samantha whose glacial gaze deepens into fathomless fjords.
There Samantha serves him Earl Grey steeped in his very own madness. Then the high wire lottery of gene dice is rolled until the galaxies contained in their cells are woven into a living Scheherazade motif whose chromosomes plait with his in a cathedral of tresses. The terabytes of the genome vista are the dry land of certainty as the seas rise.
Samantha says, “Jim, the thought of my parents perishing among the ruins of the southland we left behind haunts me.”
Jim replies, “Rowena and John are busily deactivating the holo fields that hide the arable land to open up the earth for agriculture.”
Samantha says, “Jim, our home feels so far away here in the tundra of Hudson’s Bay.”
Jim replies, “The land is arable here with the help of the greenhouses. The biosphere reclamation project that is Rowena and John’s vocation gives hope for our grandchildren. But I like to think that one day they will retire down there. That is when the soil is farmable. They will grow soybeans to feed the multitudes. And in so doing their goal will be realized.”
Samantha says, “Yes and one day we’ll see their plot of green from the satellite on the google map, maybe the technology will allow us to see them out there and then we’ll know they are ok.”
One Arcadian day in the Arctic Samantha is giddy as she runs up to Jim. “Jim, my Mom, and Dad are on video chat with me. Come join us.”
They sit in front of the screen and hear voices from far away which they echo in the tone of love. Rowena addresses Samantha, “Sam, I hope Jim is treating you right because if he doesn’t I’ll break his legs.” They break out in boisterous laughter.
“He keeps both me and the sod fertile.”
Rowena breathes deep, “Sam did I hear you say what I thought you did?”
Sam replies, “Yep, this will be our second. First, we had a girl and this one will be a boy.”
John speaks like a ghost from the past. “Do you have a name for him yet?”
Sam replies, “Of course he will be ‘John’”.
John answers, “Don’t you think one John in the family is enough?”
Sam laughs. “Well, you turned out good. Why not name him after a true gentleman?”
“Hey Jim, why so quiet? You and my daughter have made me and John grandparents,” Ro says.
Jim peeps, “Oh I guess all the excitement has made me speechless. But tell me how the heck did you two connect with us on the abandoned spider’s web known as the net?”
Rowena answers, “I’ll defer that question to my husband the techie of the family.”
John’s baritone fills in the aural space. “Well though the towers are down a few strands of the web have been restored by the remaining satellites. We logged into our social media account and there you two were.”
Jim replies, “Amazing. Even after an apocalypse, the web is still there tattered as it may be.”
Rowena pipes in, “Samantha we consider Jim our very own son. Though his parents disappeared after the calamity we’ve decided to adopt him.”
Jim grins at the webcam, “I am mighty pleased to have you two as parents.”
John interjects, “Folks the satellite that connects us is about to pass out of reach. We are about to embark on a journey to the west to set up new irrigation farms. If we are in the range of a satellite there we’ll be thrilled to see the new boy.”
Samantha replies, “Dad, what if he needs me to nurse him when you two call?”
Rowena replies, “Honey, I did that plenty with you. Trust me nothing he will do will make us uncomfortable.”
“Mom, my stomach turns to think of you two drinking water as contaminated as Flint, Michigan’s was before the blowout. Dammit get your butts up here to the great north and I’ll fix you the best chef salad you’ve ever had. Please do it for your family.”
Rowena replies, “Darling your Dad and I use water purification on what we drink. My heart breaks as much as yours but our mission is for the whole planet. God, we’ll make it up there once the earth blushes green again.”
Samantha is in tears. “Oh, Mama don’t wait come now. Please, you two have done your duty. Don’t make me break down in front of your granddaughter.”
Jim says, “Sam, calm down. Don’t you understand how crucial their work is to the survival of the planet?”
Sam replies, “Children are the future of the planet and ours need their grandparents.”
Rowena says, “If the prairie grass gets a foothold in the Great Plains we’ll be there for Thanksgiving.”
Samantha weeps, “That’s like saying if the ozone layer is back to normal this year. What are the chances of that? Oh, Mom and Dad don’t ever go anywhere without your Geiger counter because your grandchildren need to know their grand-parents are out there somewhere healthy and ready to take them in your arms.” Clouds of static close the connection.
