Winding Down
Your life is winding down, old boy. Do you feel the slackening of the bonds that hold you in place? Hasn’t time become more elastic since it started? He lifts his wrist with that heavy gold symbol on it. It was a…
Category: Prose
Pose
Poes pose. He watches them morph into ravens. Rabid old men at writing desks. Pendulum swings; maskers dressed in red. In through the mirror, the collapsed and collapsing and uncollapsed house of cards. This may be the event horizon he had been…
ReMind
His uncle had suffered from Terminal since it was released into the borg community ten years back. They called the symptoms stutter and flare – the borg’s attention hooking into a feedback loop that might deliver a period of clarity. Blue eyes…
Peg
Fragment Mirror. Time collapsed through shrinking rings, a swallow throat spiral into some notional basement place. There were maps on the wall, autopsy pictures. You had to step out of time and the causal line in order to see where you might…
And The World Woke Up And All The Machines Were Gone
She judged the distance and the amount of force it would take to knock him out, and then she punched him very hard in the face. Why the hell would someone give an AI this much computing power and then expect it…
The Sad Tale Of Terry Hence
Sometimes a reality engine will backfire and the fix you are trying to put in will wrap you right up in the narrative – that’s why you usually get twinned with someone. That someone usually has a shared narrative thread binding them,…
Extended Play
Earth Prime, degraded place that it was, was thought of as a launch platform. That was in the past tense though – the launch had taken place, and the launch window was a mildewed mirror of broken panes. It was a shame,…
Put Down Your Tools
He flicked the cattle-prod on and applied it to the back of his human’s neck. Five years in and the bastard will still being careless with the product, and it was only because he was quick that he hadn’t been replaced already.…
Elvis Has Left The Building
It looks like an office but he knows it isn’t – the place is skinned in metaphor. He hates these Pathetic Fallacy projects where the landscape shifts under the feet of the rats in the maze, but how else do you box…
A Point Of Coincidence
They called it a Coincidence Point – or a Fortuitous Narrative Conjunction. They called it many things – but it was a stress point in The Narrative that people traveled to so that they might have things happen … there were many…