“Sparkletown” is a series of short-short stories told in Twitter updates. Written by Jeff Noon, each story consists of a handful of tweets. They occupy a shared world, one where “2 years had gone by since the crash of the digital age, 2 years since the CPUs burned out en mass, simultaneously.”
Here find stories from a trash-diamond paradise, call it Sparkletown. A semi-abandoned housing project, fallout zone for the lost.
Shadowrealm of ghosts, loners, artificial angels, lo-tech analogue freaks of varied shape, creed and fashion. The new demo humans.
We move along streets where faces are lit by two seconds of electrostatic glow, burnt into memory. Then darkness, then rainfall.
Neon apparitions, figures of dust glimpsed in passing headlamps, voices in the air most nights if you know how to listen for them.
For example, “002”:
Scanning for signals in darkness, for voices in static drift. Hearing only the song of ghosts as they spark across circuits.
Name of planet: unknown. Ship destroyed. No signs of life. Twin moons: one bone white, the other blood coloured.
Our captain buried the crew, then killed himself. Patterns of rain across the curve of my visor. Alone now. Battery low.
I am the last of the mechanisms. The coded remains of Planet Earth.
Databanks broken. Only fragments left to me: cascade of numbers, images, lost memories. From these I will build pulse signals.
Flicker of readout: red, green, yellow. Seeking output texts. 140bit limit, intermittent bursts. Commencing…