I pick my way through the kipple strewn room of the abandoned building. Kipple. The detritus of some civilization that doesn’t want the likes of me.
I can hear them as I approach my room. The radio is booming with Buster Friendly’s voice. I hear the sneer, the mockery of all that is good and decent, biting sarcasm aimed at those who try to be kind.
I swear, I am trying to feel empathy for them, even as they rip life apart for their own jollies. It is difficult.
I hate when my in-laws visit and listen to Rush…
Word count = 100
Sorry, but I had to double dip this week….
OK, you might not get this if you have never read Phillip K. Dick’s fabulous book, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep. Yes, Blade Runner is based on the book, but has zero of the actual message of the book. Not one drop. (Hint – humans are human because they have empathy and care for animals. Androids don’t.) And, yes, I was comparing some of the right wing shock-jocks to Buster Friendly, only I think Buster would come out as the nicer guy, even if he is an android…