Go Cyberchunk

As you wander the somber desolate halls of the mall for a little bit but find nothing else catching your eye. On your way out you pass by one of the few stores that still seems to have a few customers left, the Game Station, which appears to be plastered head to toe with posters for the release of some new sci-fi game called Mass Expanse which came out today. You briefly consider going in just to look around but you have enough games waiting for you to finish them at home. Plus, you really don't want to deal with the glitchy mess of a day-one video game. You just continue walking out into the parking lot, to your car, and drive home.

You trudge through the front door, make a beeline for your bed and throw yourself onto it, completely exhausted from yet another boring day. You look at the bottle of wish powder which looks like pink sugar mixed with glitter. Why on Earth would you pay $25 for this crap? Are you really that **** you'd buy some bogus story like that? You look around your room which is well stocked with posters of your favorite series, a modest shelf of video games and books you've collected over the years and a few figures of your burly fictional husbands. To be honest, you've never been impressed with reality. Where's the fun in slaving away for 8 hours a day behind a desk just for enough money to barely make ends meet and all you have to look forward too in between those times is sitting around staring at your phone while the rich get to binge on decadence you can only dream of. That's why you prefer to spend your time losing yourself in the world of fiction, engrossing yourself in the world of books, movies, and video games. More recently, however, you've also taken to writing your own stories, dreaming of new fantasy worlds of your own creation. Unfortunately though, your fetish for fat men tends to leak into your work, making them read like a trashy fanfiction than a grand epic story -- and, even more unfortunately, you like daydreaming about worlds more than actually writing about them. So you have many, many rough drafts stuck in WIP-Hell for eternity. But your new story is different. You swear you'll finish it this time.

It's a sci-fi story about a Cyberpunk ""dystopia"" where giant megacorps rule the world, as well as the rest of the solar system. Hypnotic media, addictive food additives, genetic modification, and other forms of corruption have turned people into ultra-obese horny gay slobs, among other things. The main character is part of a resistance trying to destroy the corporatocracy and free everyone from corporate control... Only to fall victim to it instead.

Admittedly, it's just kind of a way to thinly veil your sexual fantasies but it's still fun to think about. You look back at the bottle of wishing powder and wonder... You get up and grab a cup of water, sprinkle a bit of the powder into it, and watch as the liquid turns pink and glittery. Maybe this is your chance to finally get the life you've wanted... You bring it closer to your mouth. Open wide and... Set it back down on your nightstand. As horny as the idea might seem do you really want to live in a dystopia? Besides, you already live in a world ruled by giant corporations anyways. You think you'll just forgo making any wishes for right now; besides, this stuff could be poison or something. You go and get yourself another drink, settle into bed with your laptop, and continue to work on your story.

You type away for the next few hours with surprising focus, your head swimming with all sorts of ideas. Eventually the sun goes down and it's just you sitting in the dark, illuminated by the glow of your laptop screen. You pause from your writing for a second and look over at the clock. 11:07pm? You really lost track of time. Suddenly you realize haven't drank anything in a while so you reach over to your night stand to take a sip of your drink. Yuck! Why does your iced tea suddenly taste like sugary water? You nearly do a spit take on your laptop but stop yourself and swallow it instead. You stick your tongue out and turn the glow of your laptop to your nightstand and realize what just happened. You accidentally took a sip from the cup of wishing water. You panic for a second, worried about poison, but you don't really feel any different. Guess it really was just sugar and glitter after all. You wash your mouth out with your cup of iced tea and sigh. Suddenly, you're feeling really sleepy, it is late after all. You decided to save your work and close your laptop before laying your head down on your pillow and going to sleep, your head filled with thoughts of space ships and cyber cities.