Glimer

How about a different vein?

Needle up boys, cause this one is about mass murder violence in society and the societal solution of mass surveillance.

As the number and severity of mass murders, terrorist actions, and WMD shorthand grows throughout the 21st, fewer and fewer people worried about losing their freedom to the promise of security.

In a world of individuals no longer commonly coerced by groupthink morals and the opiate of religion, in a world of individuals with access to instant radicalization and the ever effective complete narco psycho reactive abandonment of sanity shutdown....  in a world where each face of Mankind could easily slip into justification, planning, and acting a wish to murder his fellows...  in such a world everyone must be watched.

Full, and utter surveillance.  No more privacy, just illusion.  But no one really cares of the loss.

And frankly, that loss is not what this story is about.

As Mankind grew more dangerous to itself, and its planet, Mankind was growing together with the technology of connection, computing, correlation, and correction.  At some point near the advent of the 22nd century, the information devices had moved from our hands to our heads, to finally enshroud our system of sensory input and output.  The "Shrouds" became one with us.  We carried the augmented reality around with us under such brand names as "Halo" and "Green Eyes".  We carried the wall in front of our face.  The shrouds enhanced all sound and visual information through highly sensitive pickup clusters.  The shrouds led us around all the new levels of existence in virtual worlds inside the box we all now lived in.  There was no more outside world.  There was already too much to keep up with in the box world.

And as more and more people left the real world, walking around in head capsules that claimed to free them from ignorance of any stimuli, any facet of the world real or unreal, any threat, or cheat.... there of course would be those who learned to hack that system, to sneak beneath perception.  Strange, gifted, and almost invisible men began to move through the self blinded herd.  There was rumor of their existence in the cold, spooky forums.  Like boogie men described around the virtual campfire of thousands... their name was whispered. 

"Did you see that?  I think it was a Glimer."


With only One m.

One short of seeing the unseen.


And the Glimers steal.   And the Glimers see.  They hunt, forage, and counterfoil the seaweed we have become.


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