Hello everyone! It’s my first time posting, and not sure if this is the right place, as it’s fiction. But I enjoyed writing this, and I suspect if anyone would enjoy reading it, those people are likely to be here. Like many of us I grew up on Asimov and Bradbury, and later Borges and Hofstader, to which this owes obvious debt. Inspired by GEB’s tactic of placing abstract ideas in fantastical space, I wrote a narrative reflection on our current moment, whose boundary to science fiction no longer feels distinct.
