Dystopian thriller

 

By Hester Tingey

 

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On Earth in 2089, everyone is born into a ‘Darsk’ (dark mask). They are not aware of having a face and express themselves through competitive and unremitting decoration of their exposed genitals.  ‘DarskInf’, the compulsory augmented reality system, feeds the population with constant streams of thought control (FalsInf).

 

The dream of every fashion student is to be sent to top fashion hot-house, the Trilly Fashwerve, a space-ship orbiting Earth, run by Miley Cyrus’ grand-daughter, Miley 3. 

 

Designers, stimulated by the demands of fashion which changes every two hours, create viral looks for the constantly hungry catwalks back on Earth.  The pressure is on.

 

The Vaddervanilli (penis), the Moufleur (vagina), and the VadderMouf (anything in between) are exposed. The rest of the body is covered in black. Due to a deadly pollution scare decades back, nobody dares bare their face, even to themselves: they can hear, see, smell, and eat through a tube, but the darskhiddenlips, (lips) darskhiddenbleppas, (eyes) and darskhiddenstrils (nose) are ‘Private Parts’.

 

Ship salon-worker Kedda (out-pout, vattooed vlips, brown/silver plaited vressis) receives a package from her brother: idea-enhancing software/drug combo Prug-soft.  Kedda follows the instructions and creates a viral vaddervanilli design for a client. This automatically urfupps (promotes) her into the Trilly-Trillies, led by Miley’s top mogul Blokka (white feathuzz, vattooed vaddervanilli, vadder-angle 90 degrees, gold uplit balls).

 

But the elite are prey to Resistance infiltrators in the ship’s engineering team, who, believing the extreme hot-housing and brain-washing is abuse, are attempting to liberate the workers. Kedda’s designs have the power to either help or hinder their efforts to save the world. The future of the human race is at stake: will Kedda follow her dreams, or her deccoed out-pout?