~ a short story

A gorilla grunt, stoic as ever, alerted Dr. Stannick of the latest trial’s completion. He strode through his laboratory, pad in hand pinging and chiming with the subroutines of his impossible machine. He’d long since grown tired of these walls, these sounds.

But the work goes on. So hard to believe that this shit actually works…

Guggle Rhythms flashed across his glasses as he pushed them up. They crossed with the Alphinfinium Coefficient at just the right cadence, 0.333, to produce yet another new number, unseen by science heretofore. Zamma pulses emanated from the experimental chamber…

~ essay on the anime Legend of the Galactic Heroes (1988–1997).

In every age, in every place, the deeds of men stay the same.

~ The 150-year-long stalemate between the two interstellar superpowers, the Galactic Empire and the Free Planets Alliance, comes to an end when a new generation of leaders arises: the idealistic military genius Reinhard von Lohengramm, and the FPA’s reserved historian, Yang Wenli.

While Reinhard climbs the ranks of the Empire with the aid of his childhood friend, Siegfried Kircheis, he must fight not only the war, but also the remnants of the crumbling Goldenbaum Dynasty in…

~ a short story

All things are constantly in one or another phase.

“Including you! Every single cell in your body! All the time, every moment!!”

Sunil blinked back to awareness. Sensei stood over him, finger pointing directly at him, through him.

He kneeled unevenly upon the wooden floor, his two compatriots beside him. All three faced forward, bore down upon by him. Jogo, sensei. Master of The Art. The one tasked with teaching them how to wield it for themselves. He wore all black, the long coat of tendrils designed to mark those highest within the order. Hands on…

~ a short story

~ art by Clint Cearley

“I never thought I would find you here.”

The apparition’s voice spoke not from behind, but from afar. Away but near, the tone incisive, biting into the interiority of his soul in a way that he never thought he would experience again in this life.

“Out here. Not even inside… Rather pathetic if you ask me,” she kept on.

Nary sat on a bench outside of an establishment. His nerves froze and staggered his heart into a wayward flow. Whole body tensed, teeth ground against each other. The chill of the young woman’s voice, speaking of…

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.”

~ William Blake

Jerusalem, 1804 to 1820 ~ art by William Blake

~ How much of our lives do we live in ‘routine’?

Get up early, go to work, do the same *thing(s)* you always do — maybe slightly better or worse on any given day — eat, shit, clean, exercise, wash, watch your programs, {cook? converse? create? love?} — go to sleep. Do it all over again the next day. …

~ a short audiovisual essay on Cyberpunk

Cyberpunk 2077

In a world of alienated, future-shocked survivors, the ability to be “human” can no longer be taken for granted.”

~ Cyberpunk 2020 RPG guidebook

~ a short story

~ art by Virgil Finlay

Twin suns burned into his scalp. From above, visage glimmered under the vast blue; below, the Candidate stirred and withered and shook under its gaze.

He was to get the head to speak.

How? Well, that bit was entirely up to the Candidate themselves.

How best to reveal yourself to a stranger?

How best to impress? To showcase? To persuade?

The Candidate breathed deep, the chest under the folds of his robe swelled with the necessary courage to speak his soul to it.

To the Guildmask. To the Guild itself.

Underneath its chin lay the Underworks…

~ a short story

~ art by H-i-ll

Crimson dripped off the end of the blade and into the dirt. Jok let a primordial scream rip out from his lips. The image of the swordsman before him on the road was bypassed by the carnage in his wake. Eviscerated bodies. Burning houses. Utter silence.

They were all dead.

Yv. Sam. Vera. Anan. Hon.

Mother. Father. Sisters. Brother. Everyone

Everything.

Out of a shroud of bloodmist still rippling with the latent kinetics of murderous vitality, wielding a presence of unnameable terminus, the Slayer emerged. There was no sheath, only the blade in his hand. His…

~ Recently, I have been thinking a lot about investments. Financial investments, specifically. The long-term ones, the ones you believe in — and the short-term opportunities that may be out there, in the realms of day trading, swing trading, range trading, cryptocurrency trading, etc. Additionally, the recent threat of a short squeeze surrounding the “meme stocks” of GameStop, AMC and others has brought the temporary insanities of the stock market back into the forefront of the American consciousness. This of course includes me, who tried and ultimately failed to profit from this rather unprecedented black swan-style event…

~ r/WallStreetBets

In the realms…

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