Keep It Regular
He stands up front, praying mantis hands to demonstrate a quotation mark, and he holds the words of a dead writer there in an embrace that lasts longer than it should. Attention fragments and scatters like colored beads over the floor. The…
They called the planet Snowball. Some people thought it was cute, but the man who named it was thinking about “A Snowball’s chance in hell.” He was talking about the survival potential of anyone that lived on that planet, and there were…
He collected himself in moments where the gates opened and the systems aligned, but there were often several thousand parallel iterations of himself. They called it Hydra Protocol, and it was hard to comprehend for those who had their identities and their…
Headcanon. Talking Dictionary. She came out of Africa as one of Earth’s first Reality Engineers. It was not easy, but the Saharan Silicon Valley had spawned a whole raft of reality hackers. Navigating past the prejudice was like sledding down a hill…
He had just finished writing about Blister Mooge and his run in with the Easter Bunny and The Fisherman, and now he was going to an older notion he had had about Gulliver Fist. His serialised fiction was popular with those who…
How does it feel to destory a planet? Bloop Hens had evolved this far out into The Contentious Sector into combat mode, and they were going in hard and heavy to Terrorform the place, and erase any local mythologies. Roost-Errs were dropped…
The equilibrium settled and the Rapid Assembly Population began to move out of the longhaul ship to settle on the planet they had chosen for the endpoint of their journey. Distillation Mimics were common in the first generation, where the algorithm sought…
He cracked the top of his head, and the fire leaked out. His eyes were emerald green, and his skin was copper – descendant of an Egyptian God distilled into human form. He was whistling a bebop arrhythmia that dreamed of Bird,…
Tiny Cog woke up as the morning sluice from the nearby factory ran through the gutter and floated his hand. The pavement was warm. People were stepping over him, and this was not something unique to his prone state – step around…
It is interesting when you sit down to tell your own story, because you realise that is has been out there for a while, delivered in snippets that you didn’t even recognise a news for anyone. I never thought, as a journalist,…