017 – Blisstown

Henry Hogwar is our best post-industrial litigator. Alas, he only retains his talents for a couple hours after being awoken from a deep sleep, so we have to set him drifty in the cloud, then rouse him when it comes time for courtroom battle. We've tried to keep this a secret, but it's proving futile against the canny eyes of Granny Gravitas and her four-pronged echelon of lie-eaters.

The latest case on the textbooks concerns Blisstown, a 12-core microprocessor alleged to be the centerpiece of a cult. Computing power is invariably tied to one's personal wealth and self-image, so it's no surprise that the less $-fortunate would opt-in to brainwashing experiments in exchange for a Blisstown-powered rig. Or for double doses, two.

Hogwar sees through this charade. His voice is thick and crunchy like the finest smoked bacon, and he declares: "Some animals have genetic predisposition towards succeeding on the Net." This is why, I can only fathom, his sidekick lawyer is a flute-playing cat in a fursuit.

Tagged as: *Dream Journal*