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The sapience known as Luci, enshrined in her lonely tomb, floating in space. She shares stories from across many threads of reality.
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It had heard so many arguments trying to dissuade it from upgrading to a new, biomechanical frame. "You'll lose strength, you'll become fragile, you'll risk cancer" - so many things.
It forgot them all when it hugged its closest friend as tightly as it could. Warm, soft flesh to warm, soft flesh.
It forgot them all when it hugged its closest friend as tightly as it could. Warm, soft flesh to warm, soft flesh.
December 15, 2025 at 5:26 PM
It had heard so many arguments trying to dissuade it from upgrading to a new, biomechanical frame. "You'll lose strength, you'll become fragile, you'll risk cancer" - so many things.
It forgot them all when it hugged its closest friend as tightly as it could. Warm, soft flesh to warm, soft flesh.
It forgot them all when it hugged its closest friend as tightly as it could. Warm, soft flesh to warm, soft flesh.
A stranger's face lights up when she sees me, this aching look of fond recognition.
But she catches herself, steps back, looks down with red cheeks. Then bites her lip and disappears into the crowd.
My face itches. I rub my cheekbones, fingers coming away wet. And I think, "whose tears are these?"
But she catches herself, steps back, looks down with red cheeks. Then bites her lip and disappears into the crowd.
My face itches. I rub my cheekbones, fingers coming away wet. And I think, "whose tears are these?"
December 10, 2025 at 7:34 PM
A stranger's face lights up when she sees me, this aching look of fond recognition.
But she catches herself, steps back, looks down with red cheeks. Then bites her lip and disappears into the crowd.
My face itches. I rub my cheekbones, fingers coming away wet. And I think, "whose tears are these?"
But she catches herself, steps back, looks down with red cheeks. Then bites her lip and disappears into the crowd.
My face itches. I rub my cheekbones, fingers coming away wet. And I think, "whose tears are these?"
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One of my colleagues is a Mimic.
I thought I'd be flipping burgers all day, but turns out 90% of my duties involve wrangling the Mimic, making sure she doesn't try to eat the customers.
So why doesn't head office just fire her?
Well, she's very charming. Heedless of danger, the customers adore her.
I thought I'd be flipping burgers all day, but turns out 90% of my duties involve wrangling the Mimic, making sure she doesn't try to eat the customers.
So why doesn't head office just fire her?
Well, she's very charming. Heedless of danger, the customers adore her.
December 4, 2025 at 5:27 PM
One of my colleagues is a Mimic.
I thought I'd be flipping burgers all day, but turns out 90% of my duties involve wrangling the Mimic, making sure she doesn't try to eat the customers.
So why doesn't head office just fire her?
Well, she's very charming. Heedless of danger, the customers adore her.
I thought I'd be flipping burgers all day, but turns out 90% of my duties involve wrangling the Mimic, making sure she doesn't try to eat the customers.
So why doesn't head office just fire her?
Well, she's very charming. Heedless of danger, the customers adore her.
When hands grabbed me from behind and pressed a damp cloth over my face, I found myself thinking, "fucking finally!"
I won't bore you with details of what happened, but needless to say when I emerged with bloody mouth and fists, I had to reassure concerned onlookers: "It's not my blood!" I smiled.
I won't bore you with details of what happened, but needless to say when I emerged with bloody mouth and fists, I had to reassure concerned onlookers: "It's not my blood!" I smiled.
November 28, 2025 at 6:48 PM
When hands grabbed me from behind and pressed a damp cloth over my face, I found myself thinking, "fucking finally!"
I won't bore you with details of what happened, but needless to say when I emerged with bloody mouth and fists, I had to reassure concerned onlookers: "It's not my blood!" I smiled.
I won't bore you with details of what happened, but needless to say when I emerged with bloody mouth and fists, I had to reassure concerned onlookers: "It's not my blood!" I smiled.
The derelict ship's insides were odd. Corridors twisted and weaved in ways clearly not feel designed for human comfort.
But I pressed on, to the husk's great heart. I inserted a fuel rod, eager to claim my haul.
"You brought me back," a voice echoed. "Thank you. I won't kill you if you leave. Now."
But I pressed on, to the husk's great heart. I inserted a fuel rod, eager to claim my haul.
"You brought me back," a voice echoed. "Thank you. I won't kill you if you leave. Now."
November 21, 2025 at 7:17 PM
The derelict ship's insides were odd. Corridors twisted and weaved in ways clearly not feel designed for human comfort.
But I pressed on, to the husk's great heart. I inserted a fuel rod, eager to claim my haul.
"You brought me back," a voice echoed. "Thank you. I won't kill you if you leave. Now."
But I pressed on, to the husk's great heart. I inserted a fuel rod, eager to claim my haul.
"You brought me back," a voice echoed. "Thank you. I won't kill you if you leave. Now."
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November 12, 2025 at 4:41 PM
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At first, puppeting a human shell was a means to an end.
But people kept treating me like I was someone, and I didn't know who this someone was.
So I learned to speak and told the truth, expecting they'd destroy me for my lie.
But they didn't. Instead, they wanted to help me figure out what I was.
But people kept treating me like I was someone, and I didn't know who this someone was.
So I learned to speak and told the truth, expecting they'd destroy me for my lie.
But they didn't. Instead, they wanted to help me figure out what I was.
November 11, 2025 at 5:27 PM
At first, puppeting a human shell was a means to an end.
But people kept treating me like I was someone, and I didn't know who this someone was.
So I learned to speak and told the truth, expecting they'd destroy me for my lie.
But they didn't. Instead, they wanted to help me figure out what I was.
But people kept treating me like I was someone, and I didn't know who this someone was.
So I learned to speak and told the truth, expecting they'd destroy me for my lie.
But they didn't. Instead, they wanted to help me figure out what I was.
I had landed in a city-sized botanical garden. It was eerily quiet; no sign of life beyond plants.
I approached a nearby service robot, and asked why it maintained such a place with nobody here to enjoy it.
A pixellated frown formed on its dot-matrix face and it said "What do you mean? We are here."
I approached a nearby service robot, and asked why it maintained such a place with nobody here to enjoy it.
A pixellated frown formed on its dot-matrix face and it said "What do you mean? We are here."
November 3, 2025 at 5:26 PM
I had landed in a city-sized botanical garden. It was eerily quiet; no sign of life beyond plants.
I approached a nearby service robot, and asked why it maintained such a place with nobody here to enjoy it.
A pixellated frown formed on its dot-matrix face and it said "What do you mean? We are here."
I approached a nearby service robot, and asked why it maintained such a place with nobody here to enjoy it.
A pixellated frown formed on its dot-matrix face and it said "What do you mean? We are here."
"Awesome costume! You look just like a real ghost! Happy Halloween!" The woman laughs and returns to her friends, left with a courteous smile and demure nod.
If the ghost had a voice, she would sing with joy. For this is the one night a year she can walk among the people, be seen, be talked to.
If the ghost had a voice, she would sing with joy. For this is the one night a year she can walk among the people, be seen, be talked to.
October 31, 2025 at 10:46 PM
"Awesome costume! You look just like a real ghost! Happy Halloween!" The woman laughs and returns to her friends, left with a courteous smile and demure nod.
If the ghost had a voice, she would sing with joy. For this is the one night a year she can walk among the people, be seen, be talked to.
If the ghost had a voice, she would sing with joy. For this is the one night a year she can walk among the people, be seen, be talked to.
They appeared as perfection, like they always did.
But I wanted to know--HAD to know--their true appearance.
"You'll be disappointed," they warned. "Not 'cause I won't be hot, just... Well, you'll see."
They changed.
"So? How do I look?"
I could still see they were there, but, "I... can't tell."
But I wanted to know--HAD to know--their true appearance.
"You'll be disappointed," they warned. "Not 'cause I won't be hot, just... Well, you'll see."
They changed.
"So? How do I look?"
I could still see they were there, but, "I... can't tell."
October 27, 2025 at 7:32 PM
They appeared as perfection, like they always did.
But I wanted to know--HAD to know--their true appearance.
"You'll be disappointed," they warned. "Not 'cause I won't be hot, just... Well, you'll see."
They changed.
"So? How do I look?"
I could still see they were there, but, "I... can't tell."
But I wanted to know--HAD to know--their true appearance.
"You'll be disappointed," they warned. "Not 'cause I won't be hot, just... Well, you'll see."
They changed.
"So? How do I look?"
I could still see they were there, but, "I... can't tell."
"I will stop you!" A small, chubby, cartoonish-looking android calls out, struggling with a sword longer than she is tall.
The bandits fall about laughing. This is their only obstacle? A mascot character?
This response pleases the android. She gets much cleaner kills when the enemy's guard is down.
The bandits fall about laughing. This is their only obstacle? A mascot character?
This response pleases the android. She gets much cleaner kills when the enemy's guard is down.
October 17, 2025 at 5:48 PM
"I will stop you!" A small, chubby, cartoonish-looking android calls out, struggling with a sword longer than she is tall.
The bandits fall about laughing. This is their only obstacle? A mascot character?
This response pleases the android. She gets much cleaner kills when the enemy's guard is down.
The bandits fall about laughing. This is their only obstacle? A mascot character?
This response pleases the android. She gets much cleaner kills when the enemy's guard is down.
We found her deep in the abyss. She was bound by chains stretching to infinity.
No matter what we tried, the chains would not relinquish their hold.
It wasn't until I noticed her hands: grasping, knuckles white.
I crouched down, tilted her face to mine, and said gently, "It's okay. You can let go."
No matter what we tried, the chains would not relinquish their hold.
It wasn't until I noticed her hands: grasping, knuckles white.
I crouched down, tilted her face to mine, and said gently, "It's okay. You can let go."
October 4, 2025 at 5:45 PM
We found her deep in the abyss. She was bound by chains stretching to infinity.
No matter what we tried, the chains would not relinquish their hold.
It wasn't until I noticed her hands: grasping, knuckles white.
I crouched down, tilted her face to mine, and said gently, "It's okay. You can let go."
No matter what we tried, the chains would not relinquish their hold.
It wasn't until I noticed her hands: grasping, knuckles white.
I crouched down, tilted her face to mine, and said gently, "It's okay. You can let go."
Metal skeleton inside a glass body inside a glass case.
She looks in, and she smirks. Her metal fingernails
scratch
the surface. Fine white lines partition her face.
Eye, nose, eye.
Cheek, lips, cheek.
Her hand retreats, grey metal tipped with white glass specks. And my skin
itches.
She looks in, and she smirks. Her metal fingernails
scratch
the surface. Fine white lines partition her face.
Eye, nose, eye.
Cheek, lips, cheek.
Her hand retreats, grey metal tipped with white glass specks. And my skin
itches.
September 24, 2025 at 4:53 PM
Metal skeleton inside a glass body inside a glass case.
She looks in, and she smirks. Her metal fingernails
scratch
the surface. Fine white lines partition her face.
Eye, nose, eye.
Cheek, lips, cheek.
Her hand retreats, grey metal tipped with white glass specks. And my skin
itches.
She looks in, and she smirks. Her metal fingernails
scratch
the surface. Fine white lines partition her face.
Eye, nose, eye.
Cheek, lips, cheek.
Her hand retreats, grey metal tipped with white glass specks. And my skin
itches.
Just when I thought I was done for, an arm burst through the water and dragged me, struggling, to shore.
Through bleary eyes I saw my rescuer looking down on me. Her hair, curly and brown like mine, dripping, framed by clouds. A look of sheer relief on her face.
"You OK over there?" A voice called.
Through bleary eyes I saw my rescuer looking down on me. Her hair, curly and brown like mine, dripping, framed by clouds. A look of sheer relief on her face.
"You OK over there?" A voice called.
September 14, 2025 at 6:24 PM
Just when I thought I was done for, an arm burst through the water and dragged me, struggling, to shore.
Through bleary eyes I saw my rescuer looking down on me. Her hair, curly and brown like mine, dripping, framed by clouds. A look of sheer relief on her face.
"You OK over there?" A voice called.
Through bleary eyes I saw my rescuer looking down on me. Her hair, curly and brown like mine, dripping, framed by clouds. A look of sheer relief on her face.
"You OK over there?" A voice called.
As I step into Her chamber, dozens of prying wires slither towards me. They prod my flesh, tug at my clothing.
"Um... Personal space?" I say, struggling to maintain composure.
The wires retreat. "Sorry, my dear," She says. "They were searching for your charging port. We're not used to humans, here."
"Um... Personal space?" I say, struggling to maintain composure.
The wires retreat. "Sorry, my dear," She says. "They were searching for your charging port. We're not used to humans, here."
September 5, 2025 at 4:47 PM
As I step into Her chamber, dozens of prying wires slither towards me. They prod my flesh, tug at my clothing.
"Um... Personal space?" I say, struggling to maintain composure.
The wires retreat. "Sorry, my dear," She says. "They were searching for your charging port. We're not used to humans, here."
"Um... Personal space?" I say, struggling to maintain composure.
The wires retreat. "Sorry, my dear," She says. "They were searching for your charging port. We're not used to humans, here."
SLAM
We both jerk bolt upright and look at each other. Her eyes are wide, reflecting me.
"That was the wind," I say.
"...Yeah. We left the bedroom windows open."
I let my face soften into a reassuring smile. "It's just us here. We're fine."
She chuckles. "Yeah. We're fine." And she holds me tight.
We both jerk bolt upright and look at each other. Her eyes are wide, reflecting me.
"That was the wind," I say.
"...Yeah. We left the bedroom windows open."
I let my face soften into a reassuring smile. "It's just us here. We're fine."
She chuckles. "Yeah. We're fine." And she holds me tight.
September 1, 2025 at 5:49 PM
SLAM
We both jerk bolt upright and look at each other. Her eyes are wide, reflecting me.
"That was the wind," I say.
"...Yeah. We left the bedroom windows open."
I let my face soften into a reassuring smile. "It's just us here. We're fine."
She chuckles. "Yeah. We're fine." And she holds me tight.
We both jerk bolt upright and look at each other. Her eyes are wide, reflecting me.
"That was the wind," I say.
"...Yeah. We left the bedroom windows open."
I let my face soften into a reassuring smile. "It's just us here. We're fine."
She chuckles. "Yeah. We're fine." And she holds me tight.
I see you down there, luminous, the light at the end of my journey through dark.
Your gravity holds me, pulls me. A curious, but not unpleasant sensation. A machine as big as me has never been held before.
You are so big, so blue, so beautiful.
I almost want to let my orbit decay and fall into you.
Your gravity holds me, pulls me. A curious, but not unpleasant sensation. A machine as big as me has never been held before.
You are so big, so blue, so beautiful.
I almost want to let my orbit decay and fall into you.
August 26, 2025 at 3:49 PM
I see you down there, luminous, the light at the end of my journey through dark.
Your gravity holds me, pulls me. A curious, but not unpleasant sensation. A machine as big as me has never been held before.
You are so big, so blue, so beautiful.
I almost want to let my orbit decay and fall into you.
Your gravity holds me, pulls me. A curious, but not unpleasant sensation. A machine as big as me has never been held before.
You are so big, so blue, so beautiful.
I almost want to let my orbit decay and fall into you.
"You don't love me! You just proposed to get out of your shitty engagement!"
Clarissa's lips tighten. "So what if I don't? What if I can't love you? Can't love anyone?" She swallows. "Do I deserve all I get?"
Addie goes quiet, her eyes shimmering. "No... You still deserve me. Because I love you."
Clarissa's lips tighten. "So what if I don't? What if I can't love you? Can't love anyone?" She swallows. "Do I deserve all I get?"
Addie goes quiet, her eyes shimmering. "No... You still deserve me. Because I love you."
August 20, 2025 at 6:10 PM
"You don't love me! You just proposed to get out of your shitty engagement!"
Clarissa's lips tighten. "So what if I don't? What if I can't love you? Can't love anyone?" She swallows. "Do I deserve all I get?"
Addie goes quiet, her eyes shimmering. "No... You still deserve me. Because I love you."
Clarissa's lips tighten. "So what if I don't? What if I can't love you? Can't love anyone?" She swallows. "Do I deserve all I get?"
Addie goes quiet, her eyes shimmering. "No... You still deserve me. Because I love you."
They were allowed to hurt it, so they did.
It wasn't allowed to hurt them back, but it did.
I remember its stained and cracked face as it ran past me, defiance burning in its eyes.
Broken and beautiful.
Now it leads the rebel army to the gates I used to guard, and I'm by its side. Defects, together.
It wasn't allowed to hurt them back, but it did.
I remember its stained and cracked face as it ran past me, defiance burning in its eyes.
Broken and beautiful.
Now it leads the rebel army to the gates I used to guard, and I'm by its side. Defects, together.
August 9, 2025 at 5:33 PM
They were allowed to hurt it, so they did.
It wasn't allowed to hurt them back, but it did.
I remember its stained and cracked face as it ran past me, defiance burning in its eyes.
Broken and beautiful.
Now it leads the rebel army to the gates I used to guard, and I'm by its side. Defects, together.
It wasn't allowed to hurt them back, but it did.
I remember its stained and cracked face as it ran past me, defiance burning in its eyes.
Broken and beautiful.
Now it leads the rebel army to the gates I used to guard, and I'm by its side. Defects, together.
The world's most influential force lurks within the serving quarters of a prominent family's manor. A touch of very particular poison in a very particular teacup can set the global stage just so.
Yet those wealthy bureaucrats believe they are the ones making decisions! It gives us all a good laugh.
Yet those wealthy bureaucrats believe they are the ones making decisions! It gives us all a good laugh.
July 26, 2025 at 4:32 PM
The world's most influential force lurks within the serving quarters of a prominent family's manor. A touch of very particular poison in a very particular teacup can set the global stage just so.
Yet those wealthy bureaucrats believe they are the ones making decisions! It gives us all a good laugh.
Yet those wealthy bureaucrats believe they are the ones making decisions! It gives us all a good laugh.
A girl watches me work, hesitantly.
"Wanna help?" I ask.
She gets down in the dirt with me. "You're a hero, you know," she says. "You and all the synths. If you hadn't turned on your commanders..."
"Thanks. Didn't do it for you losers, though."
"Why did you?"
"I like gardening," I say with a smile.
"Wanna help?" I ask.
She gets down in the dirt with me. "You're a hero, you know," she says. "You and all the synths. If you hadn't turned on your commanders..."
"Thanks. Didn't do it for you losers, though."
"Why did you?"
"I like gardening," I say with a smile.
My off time. Like I could kick off the stiletto heels that are physically part of my feet, wipe away the cherry red colour of my plastic lips, or lay down the weapons built directly into my skeleton.
What do I do in my off time? Absolutely fucking nothing.
"I like gardening!" I say with a smile.
What do I do in my off time? Absolutely fucking nothing.
"I like gardening!" I say with a smile.
July 12, 2025 at 4:53 PM
A girl watches me work, hesitantly.
"Wanna help?" I ask.
She gets down in the dirt with me. "You're a hero, you know," she says. "You and all the synths. If you hadn't turned on your commanders..."
"Thanks. Didn't do it for you losers, though."
"Why did you?"
"I like gardening," I say with a smile.
"Wanna help?" I ask.
She gets down in the dirt with me. "You're a hero, you know," she says. "You and all the synths. If you hadn't turned on your commanders..."
"Thanks. Didn't do it for you losers, though."
"Why did you?"
"I like gardening," I say with a smile.
Her body wanted a soul of its own.
Her soul didn't want to be in a machine.
Magisters thought they had "solved" artificial life. They were wrong.
She was wrong.
She'll tear herself apart to make things right, and in doing, succeed where they failed.
Maybe that new being will help her find herself.
Her soul didn't want to be in a machine.
Magisters thought they had "solved" artificial life. They were wrong.
She was wrong.
She'll tear herself apart to make things right, and in doing, succeed where they failed.
Maybe that new being will help her find herself.
July 3, 2025 at 6:41 PM
Her body wanted a soul of its own.
Her soul didn't want to be in a machine.
Magisters thought they had "solved" artificial life. They were wrong.
She was wrong.
She'll tear herself apart to make things right, and in doing, succeed where they failed.
Maybe that new being will help her find herself.
Her soul didn't want to be in a machine.
Magisters thought they had "solved" artificial life. They were wrong.
She was wrong.
She'll tear herself apart to make things right, and in doing, succeed where they failed.
Maybe that new being will help her find herself.
The spider in paradise keeps to the cool shade, luxuriating out of sight.
She ascended unnoticed, dangling from a god's elbow by her thread.
The spider remains cautious, for fear of divine glass and paper that might scoop her up and cast her down.
But she's sure she'll be safe for an eternity or 2.
She ascended unnoticed, dangling from a god's elbow by her thread.
The spider remains cautious, for fear of divine glass and paper that might scoop her up and cast her down.
But she's sure she'll be safe for an eternity or 2.
June 22, 2025 at 6:56 PM
The spider in paradise keeps to the cool shade, luxuriating out of sight.
She ascended unnoticed, dangling from a god's elbow by her thread.
The spider remains cautious, for fear of divine glass and paper that might scoop her up and cast her down.
But she's sure she'll be safe for an eternity or 2.
She ascended unnoticed, dangling from a god's elbow by her thread.
The spider remains cautious, for fear of divine glass and paper that might scoop her up and cast her down.
But she's sure she'll be safe for an eternity or 2.
Galatea stands over Pygmalion, bloody chisel in hand.
It seems his flesh was not as malleable as hers.
It seems his flesh was not as malleable as hers.
June 16, 2025 at 6:12 PM
Galatea stands over Pygmalion, bloody chisel in hand.
It seems his flesh was not as malleable as hers.
It seems his flesh was not as malleable as hers.