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This Week's Special:
Seeking subtle flavours, Dorothy cooked a
meal with tofu, enokitaki and pinot rosé. Easy had said it
was a bit plain. She came to on kitchen floor, not understanding her own hand’s
gibberish on ceiling but regretting it regardless. A bowl of Nibbles was
untouched on counter.
But what are Nibbles? Nibbles
are the finger food pinched between said fingers when mouth and again-said
fingers are busy. Nibbles are an indication of boredom because there is no
other reason to eat them. Nibbles bestow a pale lime-green aura around the
consumer’s head, visible to all but noticed only by the host.
The market for Nibbles is
insecure about their hosting abilities. This may be because get-togethers were
once easy to organise and now there is a dearth. They hope that another
get-together will redeem whatever past hosting transgressions they committed.
They believe that Nibbles will not go stale before this happens.
That market is Jessica.
Having scored poorly in high
school English, Jessica concluded
that the arts were useless and is sticking to her guns. She trains A.I. but not
to write or draw because there are B.A. kids ready to waste their potential.
She instead trains Artificial Intelligences to raise families in order to prove
that childrearing is not that hard.
Jessica has developed five AI:
· A has a partner and two children
· B has a partner, a child and oenophilia growing
alongside child
· C has partner who has a child who has a child.
· D has a partner
· E does not have a partner but lives with boomer
parents
All of the above projects have
failed, learned and are still failing (except for E). Blame that on the cost of
living. Jessica suspects that this is a problem of siloing and tries to get the
AI to communicate. She gives up on the third attempt and trains another AI to
do it for her.
Project F can organise a
piss-up in a brewery – it can be
applied to meat intelligences, given phone numbers. Jessica figures the target
demographic for Project F is the millennial halfway-point between druggie and
white-picket socials feed. Dropkicks gonna’ dropkick with other dropkicks, a phenomenon
otherwise known as ‘community’. At the other end: he is a tradie/chef, she is a
nurse/teacher, their friends likewise ad nauseum like mass-produced magnetic
tiles.
That market is Dorothy.
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