2025 Chapter Boxes
A beige cube nestles in a meadow. A puff of wind rustles the surrounding grass, causing a subtle scritch scratching of blades against the side of the cube. Other cubes are scattered around the field, near and far. Almost a still life if not for the slight swaying of green. The sun transits the blue vault above the meadow of cubes, the shadows move and the day goes by.
A hiss and metaliic rattle far off, getting louder. A bicycle and rider are approaching.
A black dot appears on the cube's side, then a second and a third, three dots total that flash and then wink out. English and Chinese characters appear on the box "DEHYDRATED RATIONS" with a graphic of a sushi roll with raindrops above, all in monochrome. The text and graphics persist, then blink off and on several times, as if signalling. The sides of the cube go blank and an animated ad for a fast food franchise with canabalistic overtones is displayed.
A different box displays "SOCIAL GAMES" with graphics of cards and dice. After cycling through the display, an animation promoting "Designer Dave's Liver Detox Drank".
Clusters of boxes, flashing a dizzying diversity of labels and advertisments, jangle the meadow with a frantic bustle of cognition.
The eastern euro accented voice speaks again.
"root stack, initiate reintegration with adjacent stacks...
(beep)
Boxes all go blank and the three dots appear again
"propagate prompt training to adjacent stacks..."
(beep)
Two boxes are visible. The three dots seem more prominent and central on the two boxes.
"Global propagation."
One box is visible. The dots dominate the surface of the box.
(beep)
"Regional stacks, prompt."
Blackness, and again the glowing green underscore blinks.
"Exposition on the holy trinity of box network in style of British nature documentary."
Black. A new images renders.Rapid edit with images and narrated by David Attenburough
Title 'Son'
A smorgasbord of apocalyptic events threatened the very existence of humanity. Manufactured and deployed by a genius benefactor in secret underground autofax and delivered by robotic airships, relief boxes provide the essential components to help plucky survivors reboot civilization. Hope is here.
(new boxes, three dots with iconic natural formations and/or monuments in the background, tulsi on mount rushmore)
Title "Holy Ghost"
unknownst to the squabbling mortals grubbing amongst the shattered ruins of their so called cultures, the bounty provided by the relief boxes disguise a ubiquitous surveillance and control network deployed by a spiritual elite, the Clique, who are accelerating the evolution of human beings by intensified contrast.
[mortals - Lena breaking branches, clique dolls, tiny representations of apocalyptic events, etc)
Title "Father"
unbeknownst to the Clique, a trickster renegade, Uncle Joe has surreptitiously subverted the box network and is engaged in a cockamamie scheme, DOG, the objectives of which are probably not even clear to him.
"Cute"
Next Chapter - Guy on Bike