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You walk into The Chauntecleer and look around. You don’t see anyone that matches the description of the person you’re looking for. You sit at the bar and order something, a light beer, since you don’t want to get drunk before your date even arrives— * “Right there. I want to be drunk when he…
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lust.exe I first saw the strangers behind reinforced glass and from a safe distance, but even then I felt the danger of them, the awful, hazy heat of them. Our Chicago tour guide pointed them out with a bored flick of her wrist and mentioned them as an afterthought: degenerate executables, rogue infectious software, nothing…
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Zeb brought the oxygen. It was imported from Earth and Syl said that she could taste the toxicity of it. She was full of shit, of course, but there was something about imported O2 that left you with a mild buzz. I brought the harder stuff: rock candy, fluppers, concatenates, and a hand full of zips…
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The machine took a sip of tea, as genteel as any head of state. It had smooth chrome skin with a uniformity of texture that was disconcerting to look at. Where the eye, the human eye, expected little differences, imperfections that add to the whole, there were none in evidence. It was truly a marvel….
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When posting Wanderers I promised a sci-fi companion piece. Here it is. Lemme hear your thoughts in the comments. Daddy suggests that we get jobs as we come into New Delta. It will help, he says, if people think we are productive. If they think we are making an effort. I can’t dispute his logic. He gets…
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Three-Word Prompt: Starship Amnesty Cerulean People who’ve done what I’ve done are short on chances. I’ve had light years to think about my wrongs, but what can I do? You’d have probably done the same, if given the same options. Anyway it’s done now, and like a fugitive I skulked away from the scene of…
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If you haven’t read the first DRM-Free, I highly suggest you do: here. It’ll give you more context about the world in which this entry takes place. Darius entered the apartment and rested his shoulder-bag on the table by the door. He tapped the side of his headset and a few notifications popped into his…
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I was thinking last night about DRM (Digital Rights Management for those unfamiliar with the term, it refers to protections on certain files that keep them from being shared freely. Such as those on files downloaded from iTunes, among other places) and, well, let’s just say my mind wandered. 😛 I tapped into my headset…
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So this is my first sci-fi oriented story on the Ledger, so be gentle with me. I had this idea when I woke up this morning. Nearly fully formed. How awesome is that? My name is Cillian Hess and I haven’t been home since… I leave the thought open-ended and the on-board intelligence slides the…