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‘Expose the root,’ the instructions said. Okay, sure. But how? Digger scratched his head and went through the file once again, scrolling without really focusing on any point in the ancient ypertext. The builders had created all these wonderful cyborg trees that give them all life, that give his entire Read more
“Pago-what now?” the Sergeant spat out, making a face. “Love of ice, in plain terms,” the scientist explained. “So, just add water? In the form of ice?” the Sergeant asked, looking at the rectangular thing. He shivered in the icy mountains, even though he wore like three layers plus his Read more
“You’ll grow the best strains of weed all day,” the ad said, and Jay was instantly hooked. What could possibly be better than that? A life of just tending the garden, growing your space weed, relaxing, taking a whiff. Awesomesauce. “Where do I sign?” Jay said, excited. They dropped him Read more
Sleep and you’re dead. It’s that simple. Or, even worse, you join the ranks of undead. As I never was a sci-fi fan before it all went to shit, I had never considered what I’d do in a zombie apocalypse. I was surprised to find out when it actually came Read more
“Oh, damn!” my girlfriend texted, along with a string of frowny face and expletive emoticons. “What happened?” I immediately texted back, fearing the worst. No, it wasn’t weird that she texted instead of calling me on the phone, we texted back and forth for days without listening to each other’s Read more
“You’re so gay!” the group of teenagers said and kicked him to the ground. Theo covered his face and took the blows to the ribs. It hurt, a lot. That last kick must have definitely cracked something. In-between the blows that landed on his flesh, he managed to glance at Read more
“My face is all wrong. Ugly,” the woman said. “Why do you say that?” the man said. His voice came at a pastiche of highs and lows, like a distortion on the radio. “Look at it!” the woman cried out, pointing at her face. “It doesn’t matter what I think, Read more
Bob stood at attention before his epigeous garden. They all did, all the shroom farmers. The inspector walked before them with her clipboard and her sour face. “Hm,” she said, checking out Francine’s garden. She made a note on her clipboard and moved on. “Uh-huh,” she said in an appreciative Read more
Note: I… uh… was planning to just make a one-off out of this, but it turned out as I was researching it that the story is worth a lot more. So this will become a nanodaemons story at some point. The train arrived at Piraeus station. Blanche had taken the Read more