Trust Machines - Mail Order
Imagine, if you will, a large leather-bound portfolio. Inside it, carefully inserted into protective sleeves, are picture after picture of foreign women on heavy, glossy photo-stock. Some cute, some posed sexily, some barely smiling. Each picture represents a real girl, in the most literal of senses. They were turned into pictures of themselves for a year or more by a Venn Machine, and mailed to another country to find husbands.
After paging through the portfolio for a while, a question preyed on my mind. “What’s it like to be a picture like this for months?”
The middle-aged woman who was m
Trust Machines - Winter Social
The sign over the mall entrance said "South Hawkley High School Winter Social Dance". Underneath those letters was a deliberately cruder splash of red lettering: "Get Venned".
The line was out the door. Inside the mall, it snaked back and forth through a series of velvet ropes, ending up next to a pair of plain looking cubicles. The interlocking circle icons on them marked them as Venn Machines. At the head of the line, a tall, curvy blonde was yelling at the girl who was trying to keep it all organized.
"Kari, I don't care about the rules, I shouldn't have to go through the stupid machine. I'm already we