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The Dismantling
When Janice Spurlock designed the Concord Settlement she conceived of the hole first.
Thing Party · Aug 2026
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When Janice Spurlock designed the Concord Settlement she conceived of the hole first.
Thing Party · Aug 2026
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Everyone on Kupiter said ORCA pilots were the only workers left who still made decisions. The black ships shimmered in the port bay.
Spencer Nitkey · Aug 2026
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To stand my four hooves beneath the canvas roof of the stable tent is to enter a world shaped by invisible hands.
Thing Party · Jul 2026
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Instead: Fourteen thousand six hundred nineteen tickets sat in a queue at the base of Egrol’s skull.
Spencer Nitkey · Jul 2026
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By the author. The reader who does not know the author has been kept ignorant on purpose.
Thing Party · Jun 2026
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The whole business was a first-rate falsehood, constructed out of nothing but thin air and the desperate gullibility of men who require a master.
Thing Party · Jun 2026
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Fu Kenan was slowly becoming invisible. He had first noticed this process on the second morning of the westbound run, somewhere between the Almaty…
Sachin · May 2026
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Dear Mom, I have no idea if this letter will reach you.
Thing Party · May 2026
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The UET-1 had been moving for 11 hours when Felix Lim noticed that Lin Yuan Exact had not eaten.
Sachin · Apr 2026
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Rowan was startled awake from that half-daydream, half-sleep state that happens on long train rides.
Sachin · Apr 2026
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The protocol spec called her role Designated Relay, but the traders on both sides of the partition said throat.
Nishit · Mar 2026
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The delivery bag sat on the apartment building steps like evidence waiting to be logged. Small. Tamper-evident seal.
Marie-Hélène Lebeault · Mar 2026
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Late-morning on November 5th, a dispatch ping sent me to the Advanced Research Lab to investigate the death of a Dr. Ori Demmel.
Randy Lubin · Feb 2026
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“Will the delegate from New Texas stand and be recognized.” The speaker with the dull voice paused and looked up across the semicircular chamber.
Cameron Russell Armstrong · Feb 2026
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“A promise is a direction taken, a self-limitation of choice… if no direction is taken, if one goes nowhere, no change will occur.
Amita · Feb 2026
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The last-minute tumult of departure reigned on the steamer from Bristol to Buenos Aires.
Sachin · Feb 2026
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Robyn occupied her booth the way bedrock occupies a landscape: immovably, silently, and with a certain aggressive permanence that suggested removal would be unwise for the structural integrity of the region.
Thing Party · Feb 2026
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Karina saw her first doppelgänger leaving the sensory deprivation clinic on 30th street.
Spencer Nitkey · Jan 2026
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I am choosing to write my research report on my older brother, Io, because he’s different from most people, he makes me curious (curiosity is the best recipe for a good research project, right?), and because my dad cries and my mom gets very, very quiet whenever someone mentions his name – even still.
Spencer Nitkey · Jan 2026
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Edward Thon didn’t like it when people called him Eddie. He didn’t like it when overlay settings obscured the real weather from him, even if it was gloomy.
Spencer Nitkey · Jan 2026
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Happy 18th birthday. You wake to an empty city. You’ve known the quiet was coming since your 15th birthday, when intrusive thought became action, and you…
Spencer Nitkey · Dec 2025
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H3L-PR arrived in low Earth orbit with the quiet precision of a machine that considered efficiency a form of morality.
Marie-Hélène Lebeault · Dec 2025
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The city was still when I woke up, hours before the place would gradually come to life. The weather was gray, and people’s minds matched it.
Sachin · Dec 2025
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Sylvo always wanted to play this game when we were dating. He called it “If I was,” and I absolutely loathed it.
Spencer Nitkey · Dec 2025
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I never saw a drug dealer on the corner of Second and Poplar until I was looking for one.
Spencer Nitkey · Nov 2025
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Incident Code: EC-71f – Unauthorized Emotional Non-Compliance Subject: Tessa Vaughn, Resident ID #HLV-847392 Location: Halverton Smart City, Cognitive Efficiency Zone 3 Time: 0947 hours, Local Preference Time Reporting System: Partial Oversight Network v4.2
Marie-Hélène Lebeault · Nov 2025
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Mr Cork took a sip of his pint at The Victoria pub, near Paddington station. He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that he was a little nervous.
Kannen · Oct 2025
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Chainpoint was founded on a single principle: Code Must Govern.
Spencer Nitkey · Oct 2025
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The UET-1 stretched nearly a kilometer from nose to tail, its segmented body gleaming under station lights, each car bearing different national and corporate insignia that blurred together as it moved – Chinese characters giving way to Cyrillic lettering, then Latin script, then back again.
Sachin · Oct 2025
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“In nature nothing exists alone.” Rachel Carson (1962) I am imprinting this record for the lifeform that will adopt this consciousness.
Lara Dal Molin · Sep 2025
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INCIDENT REPORT #SC-2407-TOWEL-VIOLATION Violation Code: Sun-34b – Unauthorized Lounger Occupation Location: Aqua Vista Resort & Protocol Compliance Center, Pool Deck Alpha Time: 3:47, Local Pool Time Reporting Officer: Towel Integrity Officer Martinez, Badge #TIO-0089
Marie-Hélène Lebeault · Sep 2025
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In the control room of the European Space Center, on-call engineer Marcus Chen stared at his screens with the blasé expression of someone who has been monitoring space data for 15 years.
Claire Pichelin aka Hypathie · Sep 2025
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Prologue: now Nobody dies as long as their data pays rent. Call it cynical, but it’s carved in silicon truth.
Thing Party · Sep 2025
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A typical war, sparked by a bottle of soy sauce, erupted at the tail end of the Friday evening rush hour.
Tongzhou Yu · Sep 2025
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My grandfather used to leave strawberry soda in the white and gold san chao thi spirit house on the corner of our property.
Spencer Nitkey · Aug 2025
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Moodily, Darius was contemplating his latest acquisition, a mahogany writing desk that had belonged to Charles Dickens.
Sisyphus · Aug 2025
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Brother Lexicon, Adjunct Archivist Grade B at the Ministry of Predictive Symbolism (MOPS), disliked Mondays.
Sachin · Jul 2025
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Tav stood at the base of the hillside, where the stone gave way to mossy flagstones and the air tasted faintly of copper.
Sachin · Jul 2025
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Ants bury their dead. Scientists insist that this does not constitute mourning. Necrophoresis is a sanitization practice, not a religious or spiritual one.
Spencer Nitkey · Jul 2025
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Two years after the siege, Lila found herself in Tokyo, working at a daycare. The facility was clean, efficient, and cold.
Sachin · Jul 2025
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Olen had skimmed the onboarding packet—buzzwords like serendipity, self-directed frameworks, and repatterning. None of it mattered.
Marie-Hélène Lebeault · Jul 2025
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In the beginning, people dreamed because their brains had to do something while their bodies took a break from hunting mammoths, inventing the wheel, or trying to figure out what to do with turnips.
Sachin · Jul 2025
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Zhang’s morning commute took him beneath a lattice of mirrored domes and whirring surveillance arrays.
Sachin · Jun 2025
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Date: 17 November 2091 Place: Ceremonial Chamber, MST ARCHIVE In the cavern beneath the mountain, while rows of polished quartz discs lay bearing witness, Nishi stood waiting for the Crystal Reading Ceremony to commence.
Sachin · Jun 2025
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The Registry of Conveyance brooded beside the rail‑canal like a calcified lung, its limestone façade marbled with soot and anemic verdigris.
Protocolized · Jun 2025
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Bram Kvass knew this case was about a missing daughter without being told.
Jack Lord · Jun 2025
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The hum of the bio-regeneration unit was a constant, low thrum in Unit 7, a sound that usually lulled patients into a more peaceful twilight. Dr.
Ralph Witherell · May 2025
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The average sneeze is around 60-90 decibels. I take pride in keeping most of mine below 20, even in pine season.
Spencer Nitkey · May 2025
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The plane was still taxiing. Three rows back, a woman stood up and opened the luggage compartment. A flight attendant shouted at her to sit down.
Étienne Fortier-Dubois · May 2025
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In a cluttered design lab above a forgotten bookstore in Toronto, four minds melded under the glow of soldering lamps and the pale, ghostly pulses of holographic neuron simulators.
Timber Stinson-Schroff · May 2025
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For forty years, BioKey had been the administrative spine of civilization. No passports. No bank cards. No passwords.
Marie-Hélène Lebeault · Apr 2025
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Remembered by Selene, a Luminian protocolist. From the gallery windows I watched Earth turn beneath us, like a soft blue theorem, self‐evident and…
Timber Stinson-Schroff · Apr 2025
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"I don't need to know your name," he said. "I just need to know you have one." They tapped their phones together.
Sachin · Apr 2025
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It is with a mixture of dread and compulsion that I set down the account of my ill-starred visit to the coastal anomaly known as Innsmouth—a place long shrouded in superstition and decay, yet oddly absent from modern maps and index crawls.
Venkatesh Rao · Apr 2025
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At 04:13, the city rerouted Sector 14-B. No sirens sounded. No alerts were issued.
Josh Davis · Apr 2025
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Jonah followed Kaida through the abandoned arteries of Lower Tethys, a space that shouldn’t exist.
TΞRM1NΞX · Apr 2025
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Jonah Weir stood on the observation tier of Novae Tethys, staring out at a city sculpted by an invisible hand.
TΞRM1NΞX · Mar 2025
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Her name means something like Verity, the highest virtue among her kind. The activation ritual undertaken to receive the name was long.
Katharine Tyndall · Mar 2025
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I was watching the brittle winter morning begin to thaw when the first customer walked in through the long, empty hallway that led to the door to my shop.
Sachin · Feb 2025
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