The Synchronicity Factory

Fiction: A comic take on the extra-dimensional forces that are behind the mysterious force of synchronicity and why we should be grateful for them

Professors, theoreticians and part-time pontificators may gather behind ivy-draped walls in the ivory towers of AfterWorld №9 to dissect the causes for the Synchronicity Factory’s failures, but Sylvester Forrester had little time for such navel-gazing.

For Sylvester had a quota to make and one last chance to make it; and it wasn’t just his job on the line, it was the core thing that makes a soul a soul: his identity. Without one of those, one may as well just merge back into The One and bliss out in Non-Duality for a while.

No, before Sylvester even considered blissing out, he had to prove to himself and the world — or rather, the Afterworlds — that the Synchronicity Factory hadn’t farked things up when it had ignored its hiring freeze one year ago to bring him on.

As the valedictorian at the top Synchronicity program in AfterWorld №9, Sylvester was both the factory’s Last Hope and its Biggest Pain in the Ass. After all, his success, or rather lack thereof, was a constant reminder that the Synchronicity Factory was failing because if this great student of synchronicity couldn’t figure out how to work its magic on the cynical modern humans anymore, who could? Maybe it was time to hang up the spikes, call home the cows or … you find a better metaphor, will ya?

But Sylvester a quitter? Not in his constitution, not gonna happen.

Just attract that one client, that one person among the sea of too-smart-for-their-own-good civilized folks who could appreciate his work.

Find the client, save your job, save the factory?

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