FFM: Al KhabirTry being aware – fully aware – for one moment, of everything.Start with everything on this page.Every letter, every word, every meaning and thought conveyed, every drop of ink, or illuminated pixel.Everything.Hold that in your mind.Now add everything on the screen.Now add everything on the table. Yes, every crumb and page and scrap of paper; every object, whole and in component parts, and in its intent and purpose, color, shape, size, scent, texture, temperature, age and mass.I can’t do it.And if I could, how could I favor one, without diminishing my awareness of another?How could I act for one, against another?To know a thing, all of it, always, must be an act of supreme love.To know each feather, each blade of grass, each stone, each man, each symphony and sermon and dissertation.Each whisper.Each cry.Each finger of every hand.Each hair on the back of every animal.Every thought and intent and action of mankind, from the meekest infant to t
FFM: Straight DopeCamera nineteen, pan thirty degrees right.Resume normal scan.Camera eleven, pan up. Stop.Magnify. Enhance. Magnify sixteen. Enhance. Pan left. Stop. Enhance.Switch to available light.Switch to infrared. Enhance.Pan left. Stop.Patrol Irene, receive feed from camera eleven. Irene receiving. Stand by.Irene has a clean feed. Target acquired.Stand by.Camera nine, run auto diagnostics.Camera three, pan forty-seven degrees right.Switch to infrared. Enhance.Resume normal scan.Irene has engaged.Acknowledged, Irene.Camera eighteen, switch to ultraviolet.Camera five, pan down. Stop.Pan left. Stop. Magnify.Magnify. Enhance.Patrol Magnum, receive feed from camera five.Magnum receiving. Stand by.Camera nine, cycle memory coil.Camera three, pan right. Stop. Enhance.Resume normal scan.Irene reports target destroyed.Acknowledged
FFM: Pay It Forward When the clerk had finished scanning his meager order Mitch realized he was ten dollars short. Nine, and fifty-seven cents, to be exact. It was Veterans’ Day, and he was hurting in the cold damp weather, and he needed those painkillers. Needed them. But the family also needed milk, bread, peanut butter, a few fresh veggies, the basics, something to eat for the week. Food prices just kept going up and up, but his disability check never got any bigger. He handed over the cash he did have and the clerk counted it out, informed him he was short. Mitch made a show of checking his pockets, and his wallet again, delaying the inevitable. Finally there was no avoiding it. “I guess I’ll have to pass on those,” he said quietly, pushing the little bottle of pills back towards the clerk, when what he really wanted to do was snatch it and shove it in his pocket.