Writings
Writings
He woke up with a start, feeling woozy and disoriented. The edges of reality seemed blurred and warped, as if an inconsiderate window-washer had elected to wash the invisible mental window through which one perceives one’s surroundings. It had been a long nap, hadn’t it? His mother would not be happy. Homework was always supposed to be done on time. Oh well. read more
Kuru walked through the largely empty halls of Deep Space Station H7. At this time of station's night, most of the population was asleep, tired and exhausted from the ardous task of mining the local asteroid field for precious metals. He thought of a time when gold was considered precious and snorted derisively. In this day and age, "precious" meant whatever the Nutzco Metallurgy Corp. was willing to pay the most for. read more
The squad of soldiers inches through the burning forest. The eerie firelight illuminates their bodies with ghostly flickers, making them strain their eyes to catch a sign, any sign, of the deadly and unknown enemy lying hidden among the trees. In their world, it’s kill or be killed, and the enemy has a massive upper hand in technology, numbers, and tactics. The squad has very little chance of making it back unscathed. They will be worse off by the end of this mission, whether they succeed or not. read more
I need healing. read more
Whether you consider it good, bad, or downright ugly, artifical intelligence is here to stay. read more