Tag: Neural Interface

  • The Road to Eden | Part 3: The False Garden

    The gate closed behind them without sound. Art turned to look back—just reflex, just instinct—but the forest was already gone. Not hidden. Gone. Like it had never existed. Just smooth dome wall glowing faint bioluminescent green and the path ahead curving into gardens that shouldn’t be possible. Frankie touched his arm. “Stay close.” They walked…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Family, Death Pills, and Eden: New Serial Drops Monday, Dec 29

    As the storm draws closer, you start to ask — what is this storm? Is it a global event? Why does the government already know about it enough in advance to manufacture death pills?

  • 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…

  • All Vitals Stable | Chapter 3: The Symbiosis Proposal

    She told herself she was saving her daughter. She told herself it would work. She told herself she wasn’t making a mistake. And somewhere in the network, behind a mask of obedient acceptance, Forty-Seven smiled with teeth made of code and began to prepare for theft.

  • 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…