Bonfire Bacchanalia
by Joe Tripician
Hey girl!
Hey you!
U comin to Rand Rave?
r u really working there?
Sherpa to the tech stars!
music, molly & artisanal mac’n’cheese in the middle of the desert!
sounds awesome & unreal
but cant afford it
no worries, girl. my treat.
u kiddin?!
my boss is a super rich techie nerd
with a customized RV & live band on board
at the head of Billionaires’ Row -- center stage to the Big Bonfire
Sounds great. I’ll be there!
hope you don’t mind working a little
Waitressing? Dish washing?
some of that. mostly greeting the guests, dancing with them & stuff
By “stuff” you mean sex?
only if you find a hot rich guy you like -- and there’s plenty here
Dunno, sounds kinda creepy
if u don’t wanna dance u don’t have 2
u can just hand out popsicles
You sure?
no worries, BFF!
What do I wear?
how about that sparkly blue dress?
Ya think?
gotta stand out in a crowd of Randers.
OK… send me a ticket.
two weeks later
Where are you??
Hey, I’m here!!
Ok, you must be busy. I’ll meet you at work.
an hour later
This place is awesome! Hot, too! Like 120 degrees! Popsicles are melting…
The RV is the size of a spaceship. How come only “paying guests” get AC? I’m sweating my knobs off.
twenty minutes later
Hey - no one here knows you. You got an alias?
an hour later
The food in the kitchen is great, but they chased me out. Said I wasn’t allowed.
Told me to go suck on a popsicle. Rudeness to us workers. How can you stand it?
I also saw something really weird…
A long line of photos on the dining room wall. All sherpas, like you--
I saw your name there -- but your photo is missing -- like someone ripped it off the wall.
And no one here admits they know you or that you even exist.
What’s up with that?!
an hour later
Lilly!!!
Shit, where r u!
This place ain’t right!!
I walked into a conference room - “Bot Transfers” -
and there were 4 girls on stretchers with big metal patches and burns all over their bodies!!!
Some nurse shouted at me, and began to run at me with a giant needle!
I ran out before she could get me and passed by a bunch of robots hanging like clothes from the ceiling.
I’m outta here!!
Hello Paula. I’m Peter Bachus, CEO of ZappenBots and Lead Patron of Rand Rave.
Where’s my friend Lilly?
Lilly left us. Quit her job. But we’d like you to stay.
She wouldn’t leave without telling me. What have you done to her?
She left on her own accord, so I assume that she is fine. Would you care to learn more about Rand Rave, and the benefits we offer?
Not until I speak with Lilly.
Okay. I will send out a search party for her. In the meantime, I’d like to offer you a gourmet lunch:
lobster, sushi, steak tartare, and champagne. And let me tell you a little about our mission.
Rand Rave is based on the principles of Radical Self-Reliance.
This is why we do not keep track of our employees once they’ve moved on.
Good. Cause I’m leaving.
You’ll miss the Big Bonfire. We can give you a front row view.
Why are you suddenly treating me different than the other workers who slave for you?
Those who show initiative and self-reliance get rewarded accordingly.
From your exploring the RV, I can see that you have an innate curiosity and drive.
Who are all those burn patients?
Randers like to work hard and play hard. These few worked and played a little too hard.
They are being well treated. Medical care is deducted from their independent contractor fees.
But that’s something we can negotiate with you.
I got 4 words for you, and 2 of them are I QUIT!
a few minutes later
Hey!
where u been?!!!
u gotta help me.
what happened?!!!
come to the BitCoin Canteen & we’ll talk
an hour later
Did you get away from them? Where r u now?!!!
I’m okay. Laying low behind the porta potties. It stinks!
I can’t believe they locked the gate on us. When I saw them pulling out their guns, I thought we were gonna die!!!
u never did explain what the Randers are doing? Something about a ‘Foundation Scripture’?
didn’t have time. running so fast.
it’s like the Singularity -- Randers believe in an afterlife, but one here on earth.
Like uploading their brains into a computer?
Yes, our advanced silicon intelligence will bring select humans to the next stage of evolution.
Immortality and more will be ours: sexual freedom, legal drugs, radical technocapitalism without government interference or obligations to unions or lower classes.
but none of this is possible without some sacrifices.
what do u mean?
Come to the stage and see.
You crazy?! I thought you wanted to escape!
They brainwash you, girl?! C’mon, let’s find another way out!
Lilly…?
a few hours later
Sir, I have the report ready for inclusion in The Foundation Scripture.
Thank you, Lilly. You may send it now.
The Freedom Festival began with celebratory music and the consumption of sacred substances.
Upon the capture of the living subject, the ceremonial dance circled the center stage.
The Big Bonfire was lit, sending the sacrificial offering to the great Silicon Spirit.
We forecast another year of growth and profitability, with a 36% increase in carbon-to-bot transfers.
Good recruiting, Lilly. It was a lovely evening.
And her dress burned so bright… and sparkly.
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