Windows 95 written by Robert Spary-Smith Instagram: @robsparysmith It boots up. I didn’t think it stood a chance. How I managed to clean the innards of this archaic beast I’ll never know. My tent neighbour traded me his almost worn to a spike toothbrush and some white spirit. I’ll miss my lighter… It seems almost fitting that the boot up occurred almost exactly 100 years to the day, since it was first released. I only know that from the first screen that pops up with something called a ‘copyright’ and a date next to it. This world exists as a rotten shell around a vast and plentiful historic yolk. Inside are stories, legacies, industries. A wealth of information and knowledge that we can scour via...
Glitch written by Pedro Lins Instagram: @rockemquadrinhos Sonny hasn’t turned on the power supplies that day. Woke in a jolt from his bed, something that mimicked a plain, warm surface. All was dark. Truly pitch dark around him, and he felt blue for an instance. Once, he heard that the sight of a blind person was not all black, but, they see in a reddish white. So he sought comfort with that thought. He soothed. He wasn’t blind and was in desperate need to pee. He jumped out from the floating bed, that shook pending lightly to one side and letting out a low hum because of the thrusters that kept it above the ground. Sonny was a guy with problems, big ones. He...
Zero written by Gabriel House "Shansal atyon ek Shi Y'lontwi. Uhd a dratha, vo vorrah raast. Fur Xesh tolla, Cresh van raacha." "Suhdo suhdo uiynana Vee Antu. Criebel kona andanu fron krishlashil." In that time before the first fire, there was one who was two, I-I, high majesty of all. There was no existence but that of sleeping brother-sister, who's heart beat as one was all and there was no other. In the mind that was one there arose then, great visions of music and towers that shimmered in the light of pale star. And there also, dancing amidst the twinkling void was a vision of music in form. It was Life. Life sailed on moonglint wings and wore a face made...
Mr. Prosser’s Appointment written by GX Barnett Instagram: @thegodsendfromgravesend This would be Mr. Prosser’s 981st doctor’s visit since the accident which, in a normal lifetime, would have seemed like far too many. Luckily for the now 388-year-old Arnold Prosser, these visits are now more akin to “tune-ups” than they are matters of life and death. As the first human to receive the combination of an artificial heart, cybernetic eye, pneumatic jaw, and prosthetic lung from one 43-hour surgery, he was world renown as a modern marvel. All the subsequent experimental upgrades since then have anointed him a savior to millions. It has been the only positive that came from the accident that had killed his beloved wife. “A pleasure to see you again,...
A Bunch of People written by J. T. M. Sharp Instagram: @jtmsharp To say "this world is alive" is true in at least three different senses. First, I am alive and I am part of this world. Thus, at least some subset of the world is alive. That's the trivial sense that is always true by definition. Second, qualities pervade the world, and with them a kind of primitive consciousness, down to the smallest particle. If you want to call that alive, call it alive. I do, though some people have a problem with it. It's fun to think about--but still, this sense is not the one to which I refer. My keister is currently parked on a small planet in the constellation...
