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ENTRY ___59

Everyday I had to take a train to work,

which was crammed to the brim with people like a can of sardines.

I've served as an office clerk for The GOOD Directorate Corporation for many years.

The Directorate had been collecting patents and copyrighting everything from programs and inventions to drugs, everything they could get their dirty lawyers' hands on, including even basic human needs and concepts. The copyright laws were extended first by twenty years, then a hundred and then to infinite perpetuity. Once the Directorate copyrighted sleep, there was no stopping them.

The troubles started when the Directorate activated project ANNET - a Neural Network that could connect the human mind to the Internet, allowing users to browse the net constantly, using eye blinks and thoughts to get information about any product, play games or even watch movies in their sleep. Can you imagine three billion people connected to the net all the time?

We thought we could save the world with information, but since this information came mostly from entertainment companies and corporations the most important things were simply filtered, ignored or lost amidst terabytes of pop culture garbage.

At first the Neural Interfaces were simple blue head-bands, but with increasing technological advances they became smaller and eventually were almost unnecessary as the directorate started to broadcast the net at the same frequency as the electrical impulses that compose our thoughts. Anyway, I might be screwing up the technological side of the story as I am not a designer or programmer.

As I was one of the few rare human beings alive not able to connect to ANNET via the Neural Network interface I remained trapped in a dead-end job.
I was entirely unable to browse the net with my thoughts and unable to afford sleep, scraping by in level 539 housing unit for the unconnectable population.

. . .

The train arrived at my station- Cube 15. I pushed and shoved my way out of the train, barely making it outside before the train left again.

I wobbled towards my office in another half-hour.

In the test area someone was throwing cakes around.
What will they come up with next?
I didn't pay much attention to the test, as my tiredness was catching up.

My eyes were closing.
Paperwork was getting excessively boring.
Must stay awake.




First 3 frames painted by Grimhel:
Rest by alexiuss:

2nd December 2011

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5 years ago #9431122        



So no one else notices that the 3rd panel is the same as when the Captain faced off against the "Aliens?" He threw a cake at the one on the left, the one on the right faints cause of his face, and the one in the middle ends up with his pants stolen. Makes complete sense.


15 M
5 years ago #9431965        



Thank goodness! I'm SOOOO glad he went back to sleep! (His real life was getting boring.) :D


15 M
4 years ago #9534262        



What Happens If I Click The Arrow? it say 69 will it take me to page 69? will it do anything? Im afraid to click it I dont want the story to be spoiled

5 years ago #9438294        



Aha, so that's where the humans disappeared/went I guess?


21 O
5 years ago #9376157        



Oh dear god I think that IS the captain, after all he is an important person :D

5 years ago #9343631        



@InsasePilot, Flying cakes disguised as paper aeroplanes :3


14 O
6 years ago #9225477        



Oh my godness the researchers are caked?

6 years ago #9224835        



So, this is, where they explain zee glorious ANNET!


19 M
7 years ago #9013201        



I see.
Captein had cake throwing training.
That explains how he managed to cake that alien so wonderfully.

7 years ago #8965442        



Oh deer

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