Parasocial Pods

The fluorescent glow of my Company supplied living pod was just what I needed after a 12 hour shift. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing my part to help the company but I was ready to wind down. I microwaved up a Company brand frozen food bowl and plopped down on my high thread count futon I’d won for being over target the prior month. I took a bite and winced.

I’d been eating low sodium, sugar free food bowls since the mandatory Company health-chip installed in my neck projected that my blood pressure was teetering dangerously close to hypertension. If I didn’t fix the problem soon, the company would…

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Quinn Borch

Quinn Borch

My name is Borch and I write Horror, Sci-Fi, and generally weird fiction. Follow me on Twitter if you are a fellow weird writer and want to chat