Vanadium Lightyear was uncharacteristically melancholy. Space Archeologists all over the planet were being replaced by artificial intelligence driven algorithms. It would be more difficult to generate funds for her Uranus in Taurus scheme than she had at first envisaged. Every day it seemed that Pluto in Capricorn exposed yet another way that the economy was gamed against strivers and innovators like herself. The Experimental Love Zombie Vaccine had worked SO well that she had not had a date in what felt like decades. It had rendered her incapable of delusion, of accepting less than her worth, of playing Geisha, of – effectively – 21st Century Dating.
But it was worse. Nobody at Neptunian Life Coaching had told her that the Past Life Regression she had signed up for would not be a single one-off ‘recall’ session while she lay down or something. No. It had been integrated via Dark Matter driven technology to be part of her waking existence. She caught whiffs of flowering plants from her garden in Pompeii as she strode down the graffiti scrawled back allies of Cosmopolis. She could see clearly the astral bloodlines of corrupt leaders going all the way back to the most ancient of regimes. It was all too apparent that her current money woes were financial karma from her disgraceful conduct in the colonies during the Restoration era.
This morning she awoke in some angst. Her nightmare had been vivid and disturbing. A Kardashian had passed and somehow managed to co-opt a reality television deal from the Afterlife, or at least one dimension of it. Entities with influencer contracts and ghostly Real Housewives of Hades had permission to haunt subways or emanate from television sets that had been turned off.
Sighing, she smudged with sage and sat down to consider her options. She never liked the vortex between two Eclipses. Suddenly her posture straightened. Vanadium Lightyear had had a realization. Mercury Retrograde in Virgo was all she need focus on until September 11. Narrow her optics to the most micro-cosmic details. Reactivate her stationery fetish. Reduce, measure, control, clean, filter and repeat. She now knew that if she tuned out the Noise, the Signal would be perceptible. Again.
Image: Arthur Elgort