Cyberpunk
VaXed – Short Story
“We are withered, aimless, and hollow, we are until we find something to follow.”
Her blood pulsed, her heart ached at the words of her favorite quote from her partner AI, the AI that was like another sense. Cora, worth the money Sepha spent on the digital intelligence, sent her messages, sometimes cryptic, to inspire her, to make her more of an individual, to be independent and strong.
It was Cora who gave her the information about the ministry and the terrible things they were doing, in the name of public health and the vaccination. Sepha stood on the roof of the 50-story server farm building, concealed behind a skin-tight, and itchy, cloaking suit. Monitor drones were zipping around the adjacent skyline, the smoke and heat output from the other server buildings pouring from the vents, creating a misty veil for their insect-like flight paths Read More
Overload – Digital Art
Urban Samurai – Digital Art
Insecurity Blanket – Short Story
“Welcome to Umbrella VR 2.!” the splash screen burned into her retina as she opened her eyes from a groggy sleep. Farah closed her eyes again and waited for the system to boot up. And then smiled when the swatch of colors and ribbons spread apart, displaying the world around her, as she always knew it.
Another beautiful day! The landscape of different fantasy realms stretched out as far as the draw-distance could render in her VR goggles, starting at her feet, extending over the various kingdoms, castles, and floating islands, and ending in a light blue, smog-less sky. She was so thankful that she was given these goggles so many years ago, and thankful even still that they were solar powered so she never needed to take them off Read More
Mindsuck – Digital Art
Power – Self Portrait – Digital Art
Cyber Christmas – Short Story
The first night of December was the easiest. Every night since then it became harder and harder to sleep. Sophia would toss and turn in her egg-shaped sleep chamber, getting worse as the days went by. The mood-altering luminescence didn’t help. Thoughts of unopened packages went through her head. But this time she contemplated why people needed so much stuff to begin with. Sure, she like getting presents to receive something she wanted but the next year she would look around her room and still want more. Why did people always want something more, knowing their needs would never be met? If the holidays didn’t exist would people ever be happy Read More
Cancellation Nation – Short Story
A wave of energy pulsed and rippled through the darkened front room of the two-story home. It traveled thirty feet and dissipated. Electromagnetic signals grew red and also faded. From the doorway everything could be seen in a hazy x-ray, extending from the living room to the bedroom upstairs. The retrogress scanner was the only light, the condemned house fell quickly back into shadow Read More
Falling Apart – Short Story
Mechanical rotors and wires whirred as the arm struggled to bring the coffee cup to Angel’s spongy lips. This would be the sixth time she had tried to get her motor functions to cooperate. One sip of de-ionized battery fluid would have been enough to get her through her day but even that was a struggle. She set the cup on the kitchen counter and would try again later. A sighed played through her throat speaker as the coffee cup tilted sideways from her hand and spilled onto the floor. She knew that she wouldn’t have the energy or motor skills to clean up the mess so she left it there, along with the other liquid spills from the previous day Read More
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