Flash Fiction #330 – Show Me the Green

Flash Fiction #330 – Show Me the Green

Just one click from your perfect tribe, Zane Mercer’s TribeSpace promised. It was unfortunately true.

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Marginalized voices in diversity-run tribes were stealing democracy from TribeSpace’s billionaire investors.
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Thankfully, the system upgrade resolved the issue.

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By rewarding paid voices and ignoring freeloaders (most users), cash flowed. And pitting tribes against each other fueled a stream of green!
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When TribeSpace’s revenue dashboard froze, the team thought it was a glitch. Mercer peered through the underground bunker’s viewing port: a green haze blanketed the globe.
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Fires.

Rubble.

Bodies.

The end of the world was a potential setback, the team agreed.