Fiction
by Ahreeda Ryter
by Ahreeda RyterNorbert Jörg Assman sat next to a bubbling LED-lit fish tank in the crowded waiting room.
Across from him sat an obese woman with an FX-VR Gazer strapped to her face. Her head jerked left, right, down, left. She swung her arms and shouted into the air: “Gotcha, suckas!”
Beside her was an obese man who also wore a Gazer. His arms shook as if holding an invisible MG-42. “Die, you sons of bitches!”
Most everyone wore a Gazer. A dozen or so patients, most of whom were obese, moved their heads and limbs in random directions, some laughing, some weeping, some shouting the names of politicians or p**n stars. Near the door sat a blind man wearing AudXscapes and OpticGogs. In the adjacent corner was a boy and an old man hunched over in Zoomchairs. The b
