I did the research and talked to everyone I knew. I read reviews and window shopped for a long time, then I got the very best harness money can buy. And put it in my closet. I pulled it out from time to time and thought about its qualities, how beautiful, how well-constructed. Every time…
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Notes from the Collective.
Volume 6: the Jacker Revolution in Branch 12, 384-412 PST Preface As mentioned in my previous volumes, this series is an attempt to provide as extensive a history as possible of the Jacker phenomenon, as witnessed in each of its various iterations throughout the 16 branches of our species. Unlike several of our branches who…
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Something moves in the black. Shimmers. Squirms. I’m used to the darkness, so the movement is startling and uncomfortable somehow, but also mesmerizing. There’s some kind of light, some slight gloss of reflection. It wiggles and twists and I struggle to make sense of it. Is it a worm? A snake? The thought of it…
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My eyes are drawn to the brief flickers of flame, well-masked by a tremendous amount of smoke. The bitter taste of it sits on my tongue as the awful sounds of battle clang in my ears. Then she emerges. Staggers, really. Her arms are at her sides, her hands empty. Somewhere back there in the…
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The sand is mesmerizing. The way it moves, drifts — hovers, almost — over the surface of the beach. One might almost be forgiven for thinking it was alive because it moves like it has intelligence, or maybe more like the wind moving it has intelligence. Directing. Guiding. Showing it where to reach and leading…
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