Tag: JG Ballard
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Watching Miami Vice with the Ghost of Ronald Reagan at Midnight
There he was, the Gipper himself, grinning like a Cheshire cat fresh out of Hell, sitting cross-legged on the couch, a fog of spectral smugness curling around him. On the screen, Crockett and Tubbs were locked in a neon-soaked cocaine bust, their pastel suits radiant under the glow of South Beach debauchery. Somewhere in the…
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The Truth The Dead Know
The truth the dead know isn’t whispered on spectral winds or etched on crumbling tombstones. It’s a cold, digital hum resonating from vast server banks beneath chrome metropolises. Their consciousness, digitized at the point of death,uploads flicker within these silicon necropolis, a collective hive mind shorn of ego and sensation. The truth the dead know isn’t whispered on spectral winds,…
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The Feedback Loop of Lesser Carnage: Revisited
The neon vacancy signs of the American Dream Motel pulsed a seductive binary: red or blue, a tawdry choice flickering on the screens of our simulated reality. The air hung heavy with the stale pheromones of manufactured consent, a breeding ground for a peculiar political foreplay. The tired hologram of democracy played out on reality…
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Neo-Manila
In the desiccated sprawl of Neo-Manila, the air shimmered with a heat that defied logic. Here, the war between Healthcare and Landlords had raged for decades, transforming the cityscape into a bizarre battlefield. Gleaming chrome bio-domes, pulsating with an artificial thrum, housed the privileged few with access to advanced medical technology. These were the fortresses…