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“Euthanize the superfluous man” the crowd outside jeered. They burn in fire to touch the void. A talking head with shifting faces from a man with glasses, a woman with short hair, a man with an afro, scream opinions through the television device. A superfluous man sits in an indent in his bed created through his enmarous weight, with lifeless grey eyes staring endlessly into the television device. He listens to the shifting faces blare their opinion. The television device’s cable is hardwired into his head to hear, and connected into a port in his hand, to hold. Rolls of fat drip down him making his figure appear conical in shape. His bed is in a windowless room. Pieces of grey flesh fall off him, and rot on the ground. Insects gather, devouring the grey matter and food crumbs around him. They die on the floor, turning into dirt with the rotting flesh. Out of the dirt nothing grows. A rank smell of undergrowth and off meat drifts from the room infecting every corner of the dwelling. Bright colors and sounds emanate from the television device. It was the superfluous institution’s agenda dogma hour, a favorite talkshow of the superfluous man. Two shifting faced figures employed by the same institution debated semantics over the same opinion. He nodded in silent confirmation of the semantics of one of the shifting faces, and the agenda to maintain the status quo of the superfluous institution. The crowd outside roared again “Euthanize the superfluous man”. The man inside nodded his head, and narrowed his light-grey eyes agreeing with sentiment.  He consumes fuel and GABA juice to remain permanently hazed. Distant recollections emerge from  from random synaptic firing. A life of servitude to the superfluous institution. Using superfluous technology. Consuming non productive items, made from efficient machines operating under optimal conditions to achieve maximum output. Controlled experiences marketed as being risque by termite humans working together in mounds at 25 degrees celcius to produce non-productive items for the superfluous masses.

The void calls out distantly, reminding him of the emptiness of his life’s work, the partner he never liked, the children who got in his way. The sad feeling emerges. He turns the volume up. He pushes more fuel into his face. He fills his veins with GABA juice. Opinions from shifting faces remove responsibility. It was his shitty upbringing. It was his children's fault. It was president Trump. It was Nixon. It was Hilary. It was his bitch wife. It was his no good friends. It was Goldman Sachs. “They never gave me a chance” he thinks. A piece of flesh falls away hitting a cockroach. Outside the sunsets, over a dilapidated city. Twisted metal, bars the decrepit humans inside. They look out at the fading light thinking of what might have been. Green grass, chasing animals to feed a tribe. Men and women going out in blazes of glory for a cause, for survival, for the freedom of a generation they will never know.

While on mandated break a young sycophant pours himself freeze dried instant coffee into a cup of polluted water in a small room with barred windows. In the corner a superfluous woman approaches him. Her light-grey eyes and thin mouth quiver, her long grey hair and wrinkled face suggest her shift into MANDATED RETIREMENT is near.
“Don’t become part of the furniture” the woman smiles.
“Excuse me” the sycophant asks hesitantly.
“Don’t become part of the furniture” the woman repeats.
She looks past him out the barred window.
“I’ve been here for 25 years, people just stopped talking to me. I don’t even think I  have a job here anymore. I come in every day though and no one asks questions”. She smiles again. Looks at her feet. She leaves abruptly.
The young sycophant shivers, goes back to his desk. He briefly wonders if there is life outside of the barred windows. He wonders if there is life outside of the obligatory yuppie holiday cruises. Or if there is something beyond the sycophant abroad “See the magic of working in the same institution in your colonizer country”. He dismisses the thought “Probably not” he thinks. He finishes the day by thanking his manager for the gift of employment. He drives home to his apartment. His girlfriend orders fuel with special spicing from a place with alien language. They watch a show about superfluous couples who mouth symbols to each other. They look at each other in the face, dead-eyed and say I love you. They don’t, but they know without each other the void would start calling them. Everyone knows that single people are visited by the void every night. It insults their existence, it consumes them, it reduces their social status. It detracts points from their status score. It reduces their disposable income.
How can you rise to achieve super star superfluous status when you have a void attached to you?
They begin to touch each other limply. Like a mirror image they move a hand behind each others head and kiss. The man takes the woman's clothes off. They say nothing to each other, but look into each other's eyes. A deep gnawing grows within both of them. Higher brain function becomes limited, as chemicals seep from neurotransmitters impeding higher thought and increasing their desire for impulsive behavior. The woman lies naked and the sycophant slowly moves down her body with his tongue. He looks up and she smiles, with a hint of awkwardness. As he slowly traces between her leg, she gasps softly. She feels a deep desire to be filled and scratches his head with her nails. She grabs his shoulders wanting to feel his muscles. They melt into each other. Fluid washes around in the conjoined bodies, chemicals pour from the factories inside their head, receptors drink deeply from saturated pools. Animal desire brings on mechanistic action, and sweat beings to pour out of their bodies. A loud slapping sound fills the room. The flesh moves, grunting and moaning. They finish and a feeling of deep emptiness moves through their body. Cum, sweat and bodily fluid drips onto the floor. Colonies of life invade the fluid instantly making it home. The nutrients provides a host for the galaxy of life. “Lo and behold” the bacteria scream “Fuel for a thousand years”. Sperm moves around E coli and Staphylococcus to an orchestrated march. They multiply at an exponential rate, mutating and evolving to create other strains of bacteria. Powerful new versions arise from redundant forms of  The bacteria multiplies, but the edges of its world begins to dry and crust. The small galaxy starts to fade and begins to become limited. The population that had seemed so hopeful, so unlimited starts to wither and die under the constraint of resources. An absorbent fabric spells the end to the universe. Life ceases to exist.