Some of my favorite responses to the Six-word SciFi post:
Falstaff takes a potshot at, who else, the POTUS: "You fool! The President's colour blind." Read his other stories here.
MockTurtle's politico-economic SF: Lines of Americans outside Indian embassy
Tabula Rasa gives us cyberpun: Man bites dog. Giga bytes man.
Then there's Patrix's apocalyptic, Twilight Zone-ish "Everyone died. Why did I survive?"
Salil's "For sale: Half a bed. Used." proves there's no such thing as a good deal even in the future
And finally, Tabula Rasa's despondent "this challenge is killing me. thud."
There are kids at the doorstep *demanding* candy and I'm blasting Miles Davis on the stereo. That should run their voodoo down.