Abstract Rorschach
Joined July 2009 and calls Lost in a Stream of Consciousness home.
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I like writing, science, almost all forms of music (literally), creating constructed languages, graphic/visual arts, and a good book. I will not hesitate in saying I am a Christian and I am darned proud to be an American.
Stories
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On the Run
Siutin ran through the field. It was a black night, with not even the moon to shine its light. Siutin was a wanted man. The Ottomans had been ramming their way through the world, and all the cannon power in the nation had not been enough to repel them....
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Invaders from the East
Udis walked down the stone path that overlooked the mountains. The mist hung above them like a specter, haunting him, staying on to his conscience. He could see the fires, far off in the distance. The war was going very badly. Invaders from the east ha...
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The First Arms Race
Yunis sat on the throne as his Budin, his most experienced military advisor, spoke to him. “The Hittites are forging new and greater weapons,” he said, his head hanging. “This is a recent development. Their new class of materials are ...
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Urheimat
On the plain of the ancestors, the priest held the boy. There were five mounds, pyramidal in form but with flat tops. The blood from the ritual sacrifice was still running thick as the fires burned. They had sacrificed to Sehul and Mehnot, the Sun god ...
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The Peon Makes a Gamble
“You ever have trouble out here on the roads?” the peon asked. Matt turned to him. “How do you mean?” “Do you ever get hurt?” “Well, heck yes,” Matt said. “You don’t be the king of the road wi...
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Proposition
“At this point, you may be assuming that I want you dead,” Acrylic said. “But such is not the case.” She sat staring into the eyes of the man before her. He appeared to be in his thirties, but he had no hair, his shaved scalp in...
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Greetings
Acrylic watched her leave the seedy establishment. He filtered out everything else from the feed that was directly wired into his brain and started running a facial recognition trace. This would take a few hours, so he could relegate it to the backgrou...
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The King, the Peon, and Death Zone Ship Out
Death Zone was a huge, heavily muscled man who wore a black tank top and similarly black jeans. He had two bands criss-crossing his chest, covered in ammunition. He had several guns of various sizes on his belt, and carried two suitcases with him. Matt...
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The King and the Peon Meet Death Zone
The peon came to in Dreadnought’s back seat, bound hand and foot. Matt was driving the immense vehicle down what used to be the Interstate, and the massive truck was speeding at a fantastic rate. “What are you doing?!” the peon demand...
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Uh-Oh
Thanks to his clairvoyance, Carl knew he was in for a surprise. He just didn’t know what kind of surprise. He had been in a conversation about the fundamentals of the Great Schism and what it had to do with antidisestablishmentarianism. In due co...
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The Darkness of Mere Being
A sea of souls Below me Is restless and cries out in the void And every one an island in The darkness of mere being Astoundingly Inclusive The ones who have the gold make the rules The bylaws ever shifting in The darkness of mere being The dew drops fl...
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Masks
My thoughts are all in radio I think of all the trees I wonder What’re our frequencies The northern sky is silent now Except for scattered thoughts They’re strangely Random; there are lots Running coffee cargo is A basic modern task And sti...
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The Color of Water
My life is clay, devoid of form For some old, ancient potter A lump of mass, I stand and think Of what here brought me to the brink And only did I wish to know The color of water Alone I stand and take abuse Like a forsaken daughter A song for pictures...
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The City So Nice They Named It Twice
A lady sporting a sandwich board advertising the jeans sale at Macy’s is improv rapping about it and snapping her fingers. She points in the direction of the store whenever someone stops for a second. Some aspiring rappers get in the faces of my ...
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The Death of Cyberpunk
When it happened, there was no explosion. There were no fireworks. There were no bullets. There were no riotous hordes of insurgents. There were no bombs, nor were there grenades. Atomic power lay undisturbed; spears and cannons gathered dust and ruste...
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The King of the Road Meets the Peon
Matt saw a dot along the road, several miles down what was once an unassuming highway in Arizona. Thinking it was a semi truck (or at the very least an RV), he kept Dreadnought barreling towards it. When he eventually did slow down, he found out that i...
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Cyberpunk Was Dead
Cyberpunk was dead. The mêlée had been in full force, and Cyberpunk had drawn a bead on Garaganath, a Level 50 Mage-Warrior. This would have been the single best kill of Cyberpunk’s career thus far. Then, unexpectedly, Fairy77 had slain him fro...
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Shutting Down the Gateway
From The New York Times, November 2, 2009: ST. LOUIS (AP) – The Gateway to the West is suffering the terrible and tragic phenomenon of massive riots today as tensions have been stretched beyond their breaking points. Violence first erupted at the...
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What's Up?
Carl walked down the street in Philadelphia. Some dumb punks were graffitiing on the walls of a closed haberdashery, and the police were on the scene. Officers were getting sprayed with paint from aerosol cans while onlookers were shouting “Polic...
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Diversions
Harold ended the call and abruptly threw his cell phone into the wall, shattering it. I run an airport, for crying out loud, he inwardly fumed, not a Ritz-Carlton. There was a knock at the wall. Jenny Saunders was standing in the doorway with a pained,...
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Meanwhile, at Gitmo…
From Reuters, November 1, 2009: GUANTÁNAMO BAY, CUBA (AP) – American officials are still trying to contain the mass riots that are going on in the American outpost, say U.S. Army officials. Upon hearing the attacks that occurred on Halloween, th...
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Musings from the Blogosphere
Samples of selected blogs, November 1, 2009: . . .all i kno is i ws sittin n front of the tv with my bf and we were watchin a will ferrel movie n all of a suddn the tv changed and it was sum news guy talkin bout a bomb goin off in the capitol n i jus s...
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Somnambulism
The caffeine wearing thin I drift asleep But then In dues of time I find myself afoot In lucid dreams I walk On glowing streams Of course I know I dream Yet motor control lack The text I do depart I ad lib now A scene My mind projects From my subconsci...
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On [Method-of-Communication Language]
[Journal record log] entry 206: We found a [method-of-communication] [book directory] today. It was [rectangular blocky] in shape and was approximately two [units of measure] in [thickness width], with a mass of [unit of mass]. We began [studying makin...
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Forever and Ever and Ever
All alone I stand in state And I A world traveler Will wonder why The world falls To ash Burning meteors collide With me And split my molecules And then I see My mortal paradigm Collapse Metanarratives mundane All fail To answer inquiries And feel stal...
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Terror Hits Home
From the (Cleveland) Plain Dealer, November 1, 2009: Joe Biden was sworn in as President aboard Air Force One at 1:13 this morning. He assumes the mantle of the presidency in the wake of a devastating series of attacks on the United States: Washington,...
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In Real Time
From a transmission on FOX News, October 31, 2009: “We are just receiving word that a nuclear warhead has just been detonated on American soil. The—the bomb seems to have gone off over Washington. It appears that the entire federal district...
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Googleplexed
“Whoa!” “What is it, Paul?” Tiffany asked, putting down her granola bar. “That’s not right,” Paul said, pointing to the graph. It was a real-time graph of how many people were accessing the search engine. It ha...
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Pentagone
He finally had the proof he sought. He didn’t know why it had taken him so long to find it, but an attack was imminent. The signal had been clear enough: 1. Pick up the phone. 2. Dial the Pentagon. 3. Blow into it once. 4. Hang up. 5. Wait one mi...
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Generally and Succinctly Summed Up
Country endures cycle several million times, with or without Socrates appearing. Sun turns into red giant. Everybody dies.