Scorched Frontier – Dawn is a Feeling – Chapter 1

05 Jan 2009

The cool winds blow across the veranda stirring a glass wind chime. A man dressed in a wrinkled brown suit and a pair of pilot sunglasses stirs slightly, beginning to wake to the cool afternoon. With an almost spectacular struggle he manages to get one arm over the edge of the small daybed before sinking back into the cool polyurethane cushions. The man brushes the shades off his face carelessly and struggles to open one eye, making the world seem distorted and blurry. A flag billowing in the wind, attached to the smooth white columns by a small metal mounting bracket, catches his eye and he fumbles for his sword. Of course even in his groggy condition it only takes him a moment to realize he was looking at the red flag that marked the independent territories and not one of the dust cloak bandits he rolled onto his back and waited for his heart to stop pounding.

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Monolithic Horizon – Station to Station

04 Jan 2009

Station to Station

The train passed through Amersterdam, my headphones pounding the tunes of a past century’s long-dead music. They were corrupted files downloaded off an ancient database, audio that came through perfectly clear, the only flaw in being the gibberish file names that scrolled by the LED screen of my side box as a series of garbled characters. The names had been encrypted to avoid detection on the networks. Old files were considered dangerous, regardless of their content. I had been riding the trains as it passed from station to station; to my right we glided by a patch of post-apocalypse. It was a cityscape ruined and charred, looking like a fried circuit board that had been shelved and never repaired. Everything was covered in dust, dirt, and grit. The settled dust of ancient fallout had covered everything in thin layers. It vaguely reminded me of those old black and white movies.

The buildings and skyscrapers were collapsed and ruined, resting on top of other buildings and even more skyscrapers, making it look as though a giant had played dominos with them. Retrofitted chunks of old buildings had been turned into slipshod shelters and businesses that were capped with bent and twisted metal and crumbling pieces of concrete. All over the streets there were kiosks that had set up for the days business, some of them sold bioware chips v-pak upgrades, ‘softs and OS upgrades; some even proclaimed to have “newly developed AI” available for installation, but everyone who had a brain in their head knew that was a scam and had avoided those places. A fool who walked up my be jacked into some sort of new v-stim and fried right down to the last synapse. There were, after all, a lot of unemployed scientists who needed to further their research without the testing resources of most of the high-end corporate labs. It was not uncommon to plug in some new software into your v-pak or PAN only to have a DataStream the size of the Internet flood your head. The human brain could only take so much stimulus before shutting down. These people weren’t very good at setting limits to the amount of data they could unleash with their “revolutionary” technologies, without a cap it just become a flood that spread across the mind of the user like wildfire; amateurs.

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Starship Rock 69 & 1/2 – Chapter 2

04 Jan 2009

Candilicious


Rocker 69 woke up to the sound of his alarm blasting the tune to Capitan Atom’s Lament, a little animatronic Capitan Atom saluted and yelled “Hail The Dark Lord.” He sat up in his custom skull-shaped bed and grabbed a guitar from the floor. He then proceeded to smash the alarm clock to pieces with it, then carelessly tossed the guitar into a pile in the corner of the room that contained laundry and discarded pop rocks packets. “The Dark Lord demands that I feed!” Rocker 69 braced himself against the bed with his right hand, dizziness overtaking him for a moment. How long have I been asleep, he wondered. Must have been another diabetic coma, Rocker 69 reasoned. He tried to re-set his Mohawk as it was sitting crooked on his head, by eyeballing it in the mirrors that surrounded the room. “Bah!”

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Starship Rock 69 1/2 – Chapter One

04 Jan 2009

Starship Rock 69 and a ½:

A Tale of Romance and Rock that Echoes Eternally

Throughout the Cosmos so Epically

it Could Only be Properly Represented by Having

the Book that Contains it Have the Most Impossibly

Lengthy Title in the History of Publications and

Quite Possibly the World, Though That is a Stretch as

There Might be a Longer Title Out There Somewhere.

I Mean There’s No Real Way to Know for Sure but

I Can Say That I am at Least 99% Certain

This is the Longest Title Ever; However,

Should That Lingering 1% of Uncertainty Become

A Reality I Would Hope That at Least this Title

Proudly Achieves Second Place for Longest Book

Title Ever, Though I would be Loathe to Lose as

Second Place is Merely the First to Lose. Therefore,

In the Event That a Longer Title is Discovered I would

Call Upon You, Dear Readers, to Buy Every Copy of

the Book with the Longest Title Ever and Burn it so

That I Alone Remain at the Apex of Title Lengthyness

By, Hopefully, a Wide Margin.

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Karma Police – Chapter 1

04 Jan 2009

The sun was pure and the skies were a crystal blue, the light broke through the trees on the narrow road like the fingers of angels gently stroking the torn and broken surface of the world. I was at peace with myself, as I drove though the back roads of the country. The simple joy of these long rides though those barely visited places far away from the hustle of the consumer world. The flurry of early shopping and 24-hour mega stores. The memories of that place haunting me even this far out away from it all.

I stopped along the side of the road to have a sandwich, there was time now for such things. No rushing to get to the office on time, or to pay the bills. Just the road, earth, and sky. These moments seemed to me like those hazy seconds after awaking from a dream, when your perception is blurry and confusing. The dream was where I came from, and the longer I was awake here in this new world the more distant it became. The details gradually lost and forgotten yet still prominent enough for me to know that they were out there somewhere, looking on the horizon of the dreamscape in my mind. Waiting for me with knifes drawn when I close my eyes to rest.

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