With the bounty of binary options available for every aspect of our lives, I cannot but wonder where is the future of creative arts headed to ?

Below is a short story from my book .

An Absurd Scenario for Artists

         Writers, painters, musicians, people of all arts and experts in varied sciences gathered in front of the data-printing warehouse.

Barely breathing in their excitement—some held flash drives, some CDs—all waited to print their creations, visions and dreams on a silicon-embalmed sheet. The artists patiently waited in line. Most secretly harbored inner desires to transform the linear parameters they grew up with into enduring multidimensional binary masterpieces.

The painter needed a new chip for converting his paintings…something that would bring his drab colors to life and impress his audience. Or better, take his admirers by surprise. He also wanted a higher resolution for his images.

The writer wanted two chips with extraordinary binary power...so powerful that his poem-writing program would merge with his prose-writing program to cross the pedestrian and produce immortal works. He also wished for higher resolution for his cover, maybe a 32-bit color unit, and wait…additional fonts to enhance his text.

The composer wanted to add twenty-four channels to his sound card…the rocker, to add a further ten decibels to the current hundred to create blusterous and invasive echoes and harmonies.

Policemen also waited. Next to them was parked an armored car filled with soldiers. The police came to transfer money from the United State Bank to the Ministry of Social Protection. The funds were needed to finance the Criticism and Negative Response Elimination project.

In fact, they were at the point of exchanging the money for their own chip. The new digital system gave them the opportunity to intercept brain waves emitted by an offender. For example, someone rejecting a new art project. The booing rebel would be in a stumbling state of confusion until the police could arrest him.

Also waiting was the General. He was tasked to replace a defective chip in a nuclear bomb that stubbornly refused to explode during a field test.

The data compiler loaded the software waiting in the data warehouse storage and turned it into a binary script. An electronic robot with laser eyes pushed a button to print each sheet of silicon, which then rolled out on a conveyer.

The smell of freshly-printed silicon gave the General a deep feeling of satisfaction. The sight of freshly packaged chips produced a satisfied smile on his barren face.

To him, the situation did not seem absurd at all.