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Apocalypse Warm-Up Tour
In the sweaty corridors of Washington, there’s a palpable unease. The clock ticks louder in the Situation Room, and the tension feels thicker than a barroom floor after a two-for-one night. The problem, you see, is not just the impending doom of World War III—but where it starts. Ukraine’s got the spotlight for now, but…
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Polostan
I just finished reading Polostan by Neil Stephenson and I have the same feeling I always have with him. He is a great neo-Victorian. So there’s always the veneer of sci-fi and technology but it’s all seems to me like build on a 19th century Victorian novel or early 20th century Edwardian that has just…
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Veni, Vidi, Vichy
I came, I saw, I folded like bad origami. A handshake under the table, fingers crossed behind the back, the perfect alibi for treason wrapped in the flag of survival. Opportunists slip through cracks, greased by the fat of the land they betray. One moment they’re fighting for freedom; the next, they’re filing your chains…
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NPCs
An NPC, the non-player character, the digital ghost in the machine, a ledger of actions, transactions, and transient histories. Each pixelated husk a monument to overwrite—a forgotten thing replaced by consensus, a network-dreamed figment, rewritten without memory. You see them standing there, loop-bound, shuffling through canned dialogue, placeholder souls for a system too busy grinding…
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Dancing in the Panopticon
Somewhere between the last cigarette of the night and the first hit of morning regret, a meme appeared—a meme that hit like a bad trip laced with too much truth. “I would go to clubs if…” it begins, and already we’re hooked, because we would. Oh, we absolutely would. Clubs, after all, are temples to…
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Pure, Uncut, Imperial Lunacy
The new breed of tech cowboys, high on venture capital and zero-interest loans, are suddenly feeling the heat, and it’s terrifying to watch. These clowns have been riding the free-money carousel for so long they’ve forgotten what it’s like to sweat. Now, the moment the cash dries up, their first instinct is pure, uncut imperial…
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Non Harmonic Tones
Non-harmonic tones don’t play by the rules. They’re outlaws, slipping through the cracks of the harmony, crashing the orderly party of the chord structure. They exist to disrupt, to stir tension, to turn the smooth flow into something jagged and alive. These are the stray dogs of the musical phrase—dirty, hungry, and essential. They come…
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Cape Crusader
Ah, the tawdry spectacle of American hypocrisy in its purest form: a bloated fraudster wrapped in the flag, clutching a Bible, and preaching fire and brimstone to the unwashed masses—all while slinking into the nearest Holiday Inn with a mistress on speed dial. For X—serial adulterer, purveyor of NDAs, and self-anointed Christian crusader—it’s all part…
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UAPs
The phenomenon of UAPs seems to exist at the edge of human comprehension, always appearing just beyond our current technological grasp. This uncanny ability to stay slightly ahead of the curve suggests that these objects are not merely physical entities but something more intricate, something entangled with the human mind and its evolving cultural framework.…
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Homo Diffusor (Emissarius)
The extension of humanity’s nervous system into the digital realm has created a profound reversal: the individual, once the passive recipient of mass media, now becomes the broadcaster, wielding a Gutenberg galaxy in their pocket. This transformation upends millennia of communication hierarchies, collapsing the distinction between the sender and receiver, the expert and the audience.…
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