get in — alda nuvia

Junkyard Pixels

i knew i was dead and the big question was where am i headed. a smoky, dark umber room full of people standing around the thunder dome. still optimistic, i thought maybe this was just the waiting room to heaven. I tapped the shoulder in front of me asked what was going on. the face was an AI mangled beauty queen rendering with black pits for eyes. ‘what’s happening ?’ i asked. ‘karaoke,’ it answered as two terrified beings were forced into the pit and the crowd erupted in a roar and two microphones dropped from the ceiling, ‘while being tortured. if you stop singing it gets so much worse.’

‘…this isn’t heaven, is it?’ i asked and the render’s mouth split into a grin of sharp teeth that stretched its plastic face wide. ‘sure, sure it is. pick a good song when it’s your turn, something with a lot of high notes.’