WishBox: An Abundant Fable in Five Parts (1 of 5)

Part 1: Waking Up

The first thing I noticed, besides the throbbing pain in my head, and the inner silence without a hot connection, was the Logosphere. Crap... I hate getting stuck in here. I was lying in a bed covered with Bump-In's - those annoying textures, generally applied to chairs or sofas, designed to imprint their Sponsor's logos onto your skin when you press into them. A lot of people had been upset when the Sponsorship Party had taken over, and enough time lying on a Bump-In might be enough to make me agree.

Shortly, an attractive nurse entered the room, responding to my increased neural activity. She checked my vitals briefly, and pointed to a small remote beside the bed. "Your WishBox is over there, if you need anything."

"How fast can I get transferred out of the Logosphere?" I asked, head still stinging painfully.

"We have a legislated 24 hour waiting period before you can be moved out, assuming your papers are in order," she replied apologetically.

I groaned, picked up the WishBox, and started flicking through the catalog, looking for something without Bump-Ins.

Part 2