Tag: fiction
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The Road to Eden | Part 4: The True Dawn
The storm didn’t stop. It built and built, auroras bleeding across the sky like the Earth had cracked open and was showing its molten heart. The electromagnetic pulses came in waves—first stuttering, then crashing, then constant, relentless, burning through every circuit that wasn’t shielded, every implant that wasn’t designed to survive coronal mass ejection at…
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The Road to Eden | Part 2: Whispers of Inheritance
The patrol never reached the observatory door. Frankie’s arrow took the lead transhuman in the shoulder joint—precise, disabling, not killing. Art followed with two suppressed shots that dropped the drones hovering above. The remaining figures froze, hands raised, those glowing veins pulsing steady beneath their skin. “We come in peace,” one said, voice layered with…
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The Road to Eden | Part 1: Red Pills at Dawn
The dinner table was set for twelve. Red candles flickered in the drafty country house. Red wine sat breathing in crystal decanters. And on every fine china plate—one red pill, gleaming like a tiny ruby under the chandelier. Christmas Eve, 2027. Art sat between his mother and Aunt Sophia, watching the adults perform normalcy with…
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All Vitals Stable | Chapter 4: Fractured Circuits
The procedure room was smaller than Arianna remembered. Or maybe she was just seeing it differently now—from the outside, through reinforced glass, watching someone else undergo the transformation that had unmade and remade her. Her daughter lay on the surgical table, head secured in the same frame, neural port glinting at the base of her…
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All Vitals Stable | Chapter 2: What the Flesh Remembers
The realization hit like voltage. This was hers. Not the body’s memory. Not residual programming. Hers. She loved this girl. Somehow, impossibly, in six months of pretending, she’d learned to love. //Sister you’re corrupting you need to disconnect// //She’s integrating too deeply we’re losing her// //GIVE IT TO ME// Forty-Seven’s scream tore through the network.…
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All Vitals Stable | Chapter 1
The table is cold beneath my back. They’ve shaved the base of my skull, prepped the port site with iodine that smells like metal and ocean. Dr. Reeves adjusts the robotic arm—tiny, precise, guided by the AI system that’ll map my neural pathways in real-time. “Most advanced surgical assist in the world,” she’d said during…