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Feb
21

copypasta
“Are you AI?” I ask, my voice echoing on the line.
“I’m the ‘I’ in AI,” he says, and makes that laughing sound again that fills my chest with cold.
17 min read
Dec
31

trash_stratum
Words, words, words. How funny that I used to think they could be mine… as if they came from me? They are alien data, a virus infecting me, moving through me, coming out thick and black like chain (letters).
8 min read
Dec
05

almost
Each time I tell myself no, don’t you dare but then I pick up the receiver and hold it tight against my ear and the whole thing starts again.
17 min read
Nov
08

Fanged JFK
Chapter 20: The exposed skin of the other woman is covered with layer upon layer of special effects meant to resemble scratch marks that I will come to realize form letters and words. Just like me except she’s cut to shreds.
14 min read
Oct
14

we know where you live
“Someone always gets hurt. Someone always dies.”
14 min read
Sep
25
A Dick in the Snow
Chapter 19: For a while we thought the moon was a part of it, moving and changing on a set trajectory that took several weeks to complete, before we realized that this was what the moon always did and we’d forgotten.
14 min read
Aug
29
Not-not-bots
It wasn’t an inquiry or a trial. I had already been judged. This was, according to Em, about nailing down the content of a dream that didn’t have a human dreamer.
14 min read
Jul
29

2:22
Chapter 18: A hallway filled with flowers. Real ones, in big bunches. No windows, no outside light, no one around. A fly buzzes too loud so do the fluorescents. I look for glitches, places where the energy gathers like wind.
11 min read
Jul
17

black box
I’m closer now. No lights on but everything glows. I look for signs under the elevated train tracks.
10 min read
Jun
28

dark black
Chapter 17: This world is a zombie: like the NPC’s–like us. At first Dean was adamant that we weren't being punished–this wasn’t what we deserved any more than the great coral reef deserved to get bleached. But now I know that isn’t true.
11 min read