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The Girl Who Remembered Every Universe
The Girl Who Remembered Every Universe By Hasnain Shah When Mara opened her eyes each morning, she had no idea which world she’d woken into.
By Hasnain Shahabout a year ago in Fiction
Elon the Alien Index
Table of Contents: Elon’s Space Force Building a Better President Elon Phones Home The Invasion The Ballroom Building a Better Army
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sleep Experiment
The Sleep Experiment When dreams become a battlefield between man and machine by Alex Mario The lights in Room 9 never turned off completely. They dimmed just enough to trick the human brain into thinking it was safe to close its eyes. On the far side of the glass, Dr. Evelyn Ross monitored the sleeping subjects, her face illuminated by screens full of neural activity patterns—each pulse and spike a tiny flicker of someone’s dream.
By Alex Marioabout a year ago in Fiction
The Whisper Code
The Whisper Code Every night, her radio speaks in her dead husband’s voice — giving her coordinates she shouldn’t follow. The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. The air inside Mara’s small apartment smelled of damp wood and loneliness. Her husband, Lewis, had been dead for almost a year, and yet the old shortwave radio on her nightstand had started to hum again.
By Alex Marioabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ballroom
“Build the ballroom as opulent as you can,” the Elon lookalike told the Trump animatronic. “And the budget?” the Trump animatronic asked.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Fiction
Encrypted Servitude
“You’re a peasant, a cyber peasant in the fiefdoms of Meta and ByteDance. You’re a digital sharecropper for Google, Huawei, Amazon, Baidu, Oracle, Apple, and you don’t even know it!”
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
Diagnostics
A wicked wind rattled the gravel and it pinged against the rims of the truck parked on the sloping shoulder. The strikes were constant enough to keep Malloy from dozing peacefully. He was dead tired. He’d been three weeks in the unforgiving Badlands. Fitting.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Invasion
“Remember, Mr. President, these are refugees from South Africa escaping prejudice. Correct?” Elon said. “Correct, Mr. Musk,” the Trump animatronic replied.
By Stephanie Hoogstadabout a year ago in Fiction
City Zen
On the endless rooftop of the fact-ory, they sat in the beat up armchairs amid a bristling forest of antennae and corrugated steel backlit by the godly effulgence of towers and tenements that defined the horizon. It was steamy hot though well past midnight. The heat never quite radiated away these days, but they’d long grown accustomed to it, grateful for the slight breeze that stirred late at night.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
down a shiver
Generals like to look good. Even in the 34th century. Even after a thousand years of war. They like polish and shine and finely fitted uniforms, so they like me. Their tailor.
By majokiabout a year ago in Fiction
Moonlight Over the Broken Village
The war had ended, but the silence it left behind was a different kind of weapon. The village of Oakhaven was a skeleton of its former self. Houses were scorched shells, the old stone bridge lay in the river like a broken spine, and the hearts of the people were as shattered as the windows they once looked through.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Artificial
I look at the girl lying against the steel table. She seems so peaceful, her face almost angelic in the way it lacks blemishes or wrinkles. Blonde hair clings to her face and falls in waves down onto the slab beneath her. They removed her from her growth canister and brought her into a sort of observation room. It feels like a morgue the more that I look around. The incubation holds are set into the walls at even intervals. To think that only moments ago, she had lid in there soaking in a hyper growth solution that… I do not remember what they told me it was. As if it really mattered to me anyway.
By Gunnar Andersonabout a year ago in Fiction