The Jupiter Strain

I don’t write sci-fi. I certainly do a lot of future thoughts and snippets - sometimes that’s poetry, allegedly.

This came to me as a dream.

Much of my work is because of dreams, only rarely it’s as a dream.

That’s sometimes because they are just too distubing to write out in full, other times I just don’t have the words.

Dreams are wild wanderings and I think I’ll be going there in a new publication. But for now here’s something from another world.

Joy? I’m not sure, but I hope you enjoy it!

Best wishes,

TE

The Jupiter Strain

‘You’ll have me here, in my heart’ he says, and points with two fingers and two eyes….

The storms took away the darkness, removed the night. 

An asteroid saved us from a measurable death.

Somehow in its intergalactic roving the rock of thermite and ice picked up a cure.

A cure for everything.

However, it left the tonic only with one old man and a separated child - a stray. Wild, those witch green eyes.


An intergalactic heart beats.

‘Give me something to hold’ he says, ‘something neither yours nor mine’.

The child collects, delivers with a smile.


Bent bones slowly straighten, eyes align. A burning sensation from beyond Jupiter. 

A killer of time because age would reverse and  youth would shine. 

Except, of course for the old man. 


Sometimes the bringer of good news only lives for a short while.

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I think there’ll definitly be more pieces on dreams as they reflect on our experience of digital culture and contemporary life. If sci-fi is your thing then there’s a long form piece of writing on the ethics of robotics in the collaborative post we are creating. Maybe see you there?