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A familiar boot screen queued up a process imperceptible to anyone other than Archi. Lines of code indicating failure of proper shutdown protocol flashed long enough to be logged within an internal database followed by a process that would monitor mechanics within the automated body, ensuring no structural damage. AContinue Reading

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Load the splitting block with the seasoned birchThwack! Strikes true the hefty ax and mauls anewWipe the brow of salty sweat to free stinging obtrusionsIgnore the tears that intermix and stir the inner split Why did you choose to leave me to this harsh world alone?Why couldn’t you have toldContinue Reading

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Charlie White remembered when all the trouble broke out. It had been his junior year at Tech, spring actually, although he barely knew it because he rarely left his second floor apartment cyber-cave on Washington Street about a mile away from the Institute. His carefully constructed enclosure, with wall-to-wall computerContinue Reading

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Purveyor or surveyor, I’m in the business of lies. I ferret out secrets and shadows, uncover outrages and hidden motives. I pry open closets, shake out rugs, dig up graves, excavate lost souls, throw bodies on ice. The underground, I’ve got it covered, or uncovered when it comes right downContinue Reading

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1. A black dove flies 0. Outside my window 1. I see it and whisper: 0. “your small wings stretch” 1. “fly farther” 0. away from your confines 1. to start again 0. In this unjust world 1. Where body and time 0. Exist as a thin veil 1. WeContinue Reading

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Florabelle knew the day would come when the little blocks of silica people still called computers could think for themselves. Twelve years of late nights, skipped meals, abandoned relationships, learning their languages—she hardly felt human anymore, but it would all be worth it soon. Her doubtful friends and peers stillContinue Reading

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If I could hack the worldObserve its computationsDissect its codeLeaving its secretsIntimately exposedI’d have to ask myself honestlyWhat would this power do to me? In the long nightsThrough wired dreamsAnd fluorescent fantasiesOf amplified heroicsWith synthesized idealsMolding a societyAnd adjusting humanityTo a higher resolution. To slide fluidlyThrough the mainframesOf earth’s institutionsBeContinue Reading

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“My little angel.” It was what my mama called me since before I could remember. She said that I was the most beautiful child to ever exist–her “gift from god.” According to her, when I was born the nurses couldn’t look away. They said that I was the most beautifulContinue Reading

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BB was a beekeeper. An advocate of the apiary arts. He wrote several tomes on the subject. It was not how he made a living, but how he loved living. Everyone called him “BB.” BB had six sons. Each of BB’s sons, known as GBs, had six sons, known asContinue Reading

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a Creative Latin Composition Inspired by Bernard Rose’s Candyman (1992)1 INTRA DIAETAM CDIV — NOCTE2 MOVENS CUM HELENĀ Helena3 per diaetam discussam viam dat, lucillā4 facis semitam illuminanti. INTRA BALNEUM — NOCTE Helena armario medicamentorum pendenti in pariete se opponit5; quod6 tarde aperit. In inani lumen luteum longe fulget. Animum7 augens illaContinue Reading