Series
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Three days after being unceremoniously fired for time theft, David Gomez found the broader world ambivalent at best. When his boss pulled him aside and unveiled the creeping optimization conspiracy phasing out human influence on the world, he imagined it to be the dawn of some romantic revolution; humanity pitted against its own unfeeling, diabolical creation. What he got was an algorithm, programmed to anesthetize and replace the masses, which had largely succeeded and now treated its opponents with the same apathy it had forged in them.
By Steven A Jones5 years ago in Fiction
Divinity by Design
In the beginning, which for this certain to be sacred and overly shared story, is October 21 of the year 2020. Alone and celebrating his 40th birthday from a jail cell an hour or so from his closest relative or friend is the vessel with which this charmed journey has embarked. From the very first memory that is stored in this always busy and mostly confused brain, to this very moment, a detailed and impressive photographic memory stores information and metadata alongside the visual memories in an almost machine-like process. This natural ability and birthed talent has not always been at his disposal consciously. Surely it happened by default without any need to add effort to the task mindfully. Each time he gets caught in a recollective moment, whether daydreaming or when asked a question that would require accessing the archives, we are all amazed at the seemingly innate ability that his brain must tag and categorize thoughts into memories and beliefs.
By Brandon Oldfield5 years ago in Fiction
Ripar's Return to Earth (part 6)
When they woke up, they ate and went to assess the damage to their crops. It looked worse the day after the damage was done. There were tire tracks all over the land where their crops were. John wondered how the aliens were going to fix this mess.
By Robert Kegel5 years ago in Fiction
Heroes Will Rise
Obi ran as fast as he could, the satchel in his hand held tightly; the bottle within, heavy with its contents. He knew better than to take the Hauna Trail at this time of night, but when his grandfather got ill suddenly, he didn't put thought before action and left the hut in a hurry, to make it to Coney in time; theirs was the only apothecary that closed late. It was also the only one that would serve his kind fairly, and the only one that sold kroff and pear leaf tincture. Pear trees were rare in Flerus City, save for one farmer's plot on the outskirts of Coney Borough, where they grew in threes.
By Karilin Berrios5 years ago in Fiction
Duel on the Outskirts of the Void
A small ship rocketed forward at the edge of a vein highway not flown through in generations, dodging the refuse and wreckage that greeted its arrival. A sea of red dots glowed in the wreckage, followed by a barrage of laser blasts that the ship weaved through.
By Chiral A.M.5 years ago in Fiction
You were here once
I followed the wolf into the depths of the forest. We didn't make a sound as we trespassed sacred land. A place unknown by the physical realm. I was no longer sure of what was reality. I didn't care either. I no longer could hear or feel. The visions were clear within. I sat in a space empty of time and I began to unravel the ego and spirit. The fog began to form and close in upon us. That is when I heard you speak. Precision and focus pierced the soul as you spoke to me in vibration and energy. I know we are not alone but you left us here without a word. I felt you reopen the wound. You insisted I pay attention.
By Samuel Bitner5 years ago in Fiction
Marge's Requiem
If their bull terrier couldn’t leave him, neither could Marge. Teri remained curled up facing him, occasionally licking his hand, sniffing around his neck & head, or trying to nuzzle her way under his arm. Marge just held onto him, rubbing his back & side as though it might somehow restore his life, & letting her tears roll off her cheeks, drenching the bed.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock5 years ago in Fiction
