Category: Per frontp
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In the vast expanse of space, where time stretched like an endless ribbon and gravity was but a distant memory, the army of Control forged ahead under the iron-fisted leadership of Miles. Two hundred and fifty years had passed since they first set out to outmanoeuvre their enemies in the desolate wastes of Terra, and…
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I was only 18 when I left my war-torn country of birth and set off towards the wormhole of uncertainty. It was 1998 and former Yugoslavia was in flames. My country, Kosova, was in flames. Milosevic evaporated anything that he could find that had an Albanian name to it and that was war. But it…
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Shoreditch, London I did not realise how awful this was. The apparition beforehand, the constant worshipping of the gods of the fortune and success, was marred by an embarrassing scheme of endless gains. I did not realise how much has changed since the last fall; the downturn was bad. It took over five percent…
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How does he know he feels different to the others!? He doesn’t. All he has left from the flesh of flesh, is a tiny bit of muscle mass which is attached onto the upper layer of his biceps, and some in his thigh and the bit on the side of his calves, weirdly shaped from…
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Whatever comes into his mind, Simon spurts it out. Quickly, he becomes detached from the group. He’s uncertain about the next steps and what to say. He stood there, in front of an audience, and wanted to tell a story. But he couldn’t. This was unusual. He thought. This could well be what I had…
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The silence in the Chryst Grove wasn’t merely an absence of sound; it was a presence. A dense, expectant hum vibrated just below human perception, the sound of spacetime itself being patiently interrogated. At its heart, perched impossibly still on the lowest bough of the Great Chryst Tree, slept Salma. A sparrow, yes, but one…
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It was a virus. No, it wasn’t. Yes, it was. Mary is right to an extend because there was a virus streaming the human life form. But what Liz is interested in is denying it because she knows the virus has spread and that it lives inside of her brain, even worse, it subsidises the…
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Earth, England, 2071 When they entered the British Museum at first, they thought that everything else, surrounding this place was imaginary. These things did not exist, please tell me so, Rita said to her team of scholars. They all laughed. We’re fucking anthroes not technos, brother. Remona said in response. They laughed and shrugged.…
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The Mesh Learns to Dream. The climate mesh was no longer merely a filter of photons and moisture; it had become a vast, slow dreamer. Every photon it bent carried a nanoscopic shard of its own dreaming—data-lozenges that, when inhaled with the air, settled on retinas and dissolved into half-remembered futures. Citizens woke tasting colours…
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Shortsman’s Shedtaker When Jonah Rhys—Shortsman—entered the museum, he fractured something. Not visibly. Not loudly. But something folded in the moment he arrived. A sense. A thread in the fabric. His tail flicked, shimmered, glowed at the tip in pulses that almost sang. He smiled like someone who had practiced the gesture a thousand…