Reading: "Daceion Ionadi: from Evenfall of the Helical (A.Glass 2022) *New book due August 2023*

 

“Hey Sarah,” a man says, sitting behind the counter, with a wall of various size dildos and sex toys pinned to the wall behind him.

“Stan, I just had this douche bag fucknut, try to fuck with me just down the street from here.” Kysto shakes her head in an agitated manner, as she steps behind the counter, opening the staff door lined with sex toys.

“A lot of gang guys, hanging around here at the moment,” Stan Londas replies, whilst looking at his cell phone.

Kysto, after taking off her jacket, exits the small staff room, wearing only an oversize t-shirt, with her baseball hat, revealing her heavily tattooed arms and hands. “Nah, think he was from Jersey, you know the type.”

Londas lifts his head smiling at Kysto, “Yeah, definitely not my type, although...” He turns around, eyeing the large twelve inch dildo on the wall to the right of him. “...you could always carry this for protection.”

Kysto laughs. “I wouldn't know where to conceal it,” she replies, her tone sardonic.

“Ain't going there girl,” Londas says, shaking his head with a grin, as he stands, with Kysto next to him. She looks around the shop floor.

“Many sales so far today?”

“Not many, I think people are kinda freaking out about this new mutation.”

“I saw the news report just before,”

“Mask mandates are on for this Friday,”

Kysto nods. “What can you do?”

“Not much, alright, well, I'm gone. You got the shop,”

“All good, have a nice evening Stan. Don't do anything I wouldn't do,” Kysto says, winking with her left eye.

Lifting his jacket off from the staff hanger, he smiles at Kysto,

“New boyfriend and he's straight laced.”

Chuckling, Kysto holds out her right hand fist, to which Londas taps with his.

“Later sweetie,” he says, exiting the store.

Kysto, lifts up her left hand. Noticing that she’s still shaking.

“I’m freaking out,” she says quietly to herself.

Sitting quietly in his apartment Daceion Ionadi looks over a book from the Nineteen Seventies, staring down at the print worn looking cover, he flips it over, studying the synopsis at the back of the book.

“As if wasn't enough that the World devastated by nuclear war and the climate change that followed, a group of malevolent scientists, lead by the fascist government of New Found Utopia, formally New York City, were trying, with a retrofitted airship, to harness and store the trace elements of Xenon in the upper atmosphere. To use as a pacifying gas mixed with oxygen, in keeping the people docile and calm within the large living dome. Dorsal Gilliam, a retired special forces operative and user of LSD, with his rag tag team of revolutionaries, set upon to free the people of New Found Utopia from their fascist government, revealing the reason why people of the city sleep over 10 hours a day and obey the system of control. He aims to show the world the true meaning of the colors of hope: With a submachine gun and a knife.”

Ionadi looks at the print of the book, eyeing the year that the book was published, he sees the numeral Nineteen Seventy One. He then places the book down, sitting back into his Herman Milller chair with its metallic frame and dark purple Hopsak material, looking at the bookshelf to his right side, he stands, reaching, with his left hand, Ionadi lifts from the shelf an older looking hardback, looking over the embossed title. “Of the new Era and its Detachment of the Divine,” by the obscure Nineteen Fifties philosopher, Elise Hacky. Ionadi, opens a page that has a long black bookmark, sitting back down he studies the text on the right hand page,

“The dawn of the statistical evolution is upon us, it will be the era of numbers. A system set towards the exponential, to watch and gather the data, which by its definition is infinitely corruptible. Attuned to the viewer, discerned by the wish of the numerical paradigm. This is not a trap or a matrix of conspiracy, rather, the self dehumanization is done willingly of convenience which is both of its over expansion of development of the exclusive and inclusive, to multiply and divide markets ad infinitum. The only way to break the numerical construct is to reverse the numbers backwards. This would be deemed as the great transformation.”

Within the dimly lit apartment, Ionadi looks through the lounge room curtain at the building across the street, closing his eyes.

“Memories”

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Reading:  DACEION IONADI "EVENFALL OF THE HELICAL"  (A.Glass 2022)