Pedestrian GODS — short fiction by Eran Galor

In Gekh, fog has shaped language, names, love, privacy, and crime.
Visibility is not a civic virtue.

Too tired to maintain a social life, a man hires an app to remember birthdays and manage intimacy.
The app is efficient, attentive, and alarmingly good at detecting romantic incompetence.

Something in the corridor has assembled itself from borrowed flesh and damaged sensations.
The narrator's only plan is not to understand it.

Conan is huge, armed, violent, and unemployed.
The modern workplace has finally met an applicant who is overqualified in exactly the wrong direction.

Over pudding and lassi, a woman explains the cosmic war while her dinner companion tries to decide whether metaphysics or her ass deserves his full attention.