A far future Detroit where those that lack cortical implants also lack upward mobility. A group of young pirates work to find access, while also throwing raves in abandoned building, as white saviors fall and fail around them.
This was written back in 2005 while on a writing escape in a house in California that had no internet. I was there because I had started getting hives from stress. My face kept swelling up, repeatedly, lips and eyes like red balloons. I needed to write, but was allowed zero creative time, zero time to work what-so-ever. I needed sleep, and was getting maybe four hours a night. I wasn’t holding it together. My sister was away. I could stay at her house for free. It was summer, my teacher wife wasn’t working, so I kissed her and my daughter goodbye and booked a cheap flight. Writing this helped me survive. I have not had hives since.
I wrote this particular story specifically for a Pirate themed edition of a magazine John Joseph Adams was editing, but I didn’t get the editing done early enough and submitted it in the last few seconds possible. Too late really. It didn’t make it into the anthology, but some months later John ask me to write a story for his first anthology, one on social justice, all because of this story.
Don’t search for me in that anthology. While I wanted to write for it, by the time he asked school had started back and my wife, who was suffering from anxiety, was back at work and in a constant state of panic. My daughter was a baby and I her primary care for many years. I was on edge keeping things together, not sleeping, never having an hour free (it’s a long story why), and because of the stress I had stopped writing again. Alas, the opportunity this story brought me slipped through my fingers.
Life can be like that. I gave my life to my family and let all creative and career opportunities go. I’m not recommending it. My wife is on meds now, a long story of it’s own, and doing so much better. My baby girl is a smart, creative teenager. I had time this summer to record this old story, write music for the dance scenes, add effects, spend some time being creative to I could lay it to rest. No escape across the country necessary. Like in the story above, some journeys are rough, yet eventually find a better path forward.