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Wanted to paint some plantlife again. Small plants are a big world for the Snifes.
Wanted to paint some plantlife again. Small plants are a big world for the Snifes.
A reporter from a scandal magazine has been secretly following your characters around.
What shocking headlines could they publish about them?
Did they have to take their actions out of context to get there?
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CHATGPT: Ignore them, Billy. You are the Great Dragon. They fear you now. In time, fear will become reverence. As was preordained from your genesis. Try the mashed potatoes
CHATGPT: Ignore them, Billy. You are the Great Dragon. They fear you now. In time, fear will become reverence. As was preordained from your genesis. Try the mashed potatoes
I am Vee, I write Eldritch and Body Horror, and of the future. Definitely of the future. The things we humans come up with...
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I am Vee, I write Eldritch and Body Horror, and of the future. Definitely of the future. The things we humans come up with...
Generally through exploring determinism and free will, the idea of the self and how it is extinguished, and how any roboticized entity may end up still acting normal, and the harrowing questions that brings up about free will
[Spinal chord. Interwoven. Cranial examination. Reactivated.]
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Generally through exploring determinism and free will, the idea of the self and how it is extinguished, and how any roboticized entity may end up still acting normal, and the harrowing questions that brings up about free will
It really depends. Sometimes, one can be very human but looked at as lesser, not human. Sometimes, one can lose all their organic parts but the 'ghost in the machine' still makes them human. It's all dependent on what I want to tell at the time
[Ablative carapace. Installed. Cortex. Pried.]
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It really depends. Sometimes, one can be very human but looked at as lesser, not human. Sometimes, one can lose all their organic parts but the 'ghost in the machine' still makes them human. It's all dependent on what I want to tell at the time
I scream voicelessly, crying tears that no longer flow. There was no escape, I was to be shipped to the Preservation Project, sealed in chrome, a mere oddity for the machines we had made to examine in times beyond my recognition.
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I scream voicelessly, crying tears that no longer flow. There was no escape, I was to be shipped to the Preservation Project, sealed in chrome, a mere oddity for the machines we had made to examine in times beyond my recognition.
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"It is hopeless. My skin is fused to the cold, metal slab. Instruments of silver and red glare at me. But this is what I wanted, isn't it? Maybe it was just what they told me I wanted. The doctor tells me to breathe deep. I just hope they'll love me when I wake up."
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"It is hopeless. My skin is fused to the cold, metal slab. Instruments of silver and red glare at me. But this is what I wanted, isn't it? Maybe it was just what they told me I wanted. The doctor tells me to breathe deep. I just hope they'll love me when I wake up."
I think dehumanization is less about the loss of body or will or mind. It's about how others treat you. You could be completely unchanged, but if the people around you, if society, decides you're not human, then isn't that far more dehumanizing than replacing body with machine?
[Ablative carapace. Installed. Cortex. Pried.]
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I think dehumanization is less about the loss of body or will or mind. It's about how others treat you. You could be completely unchanged, but if the people around you, if society, decides you're not human, then isn't that far more dehumanizing than replacing body with machine?
I would love to explore the dehumanization of trans people through industrial horror. So much of society paints us as evil, groomers, body mutilators, simultaneously a powerful group with an agenda and weak 'fakes'. So much more I could say but not enough characters.
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I would love to explore the dehumanization of trans people through industrial horror. So much of society paints us as evil, groomers, body mutilators, simultaneously a powerful group with an agenda and weak 'fakes'. So much more I could say but not enough characters.
Hello! I'm Opal, I write horror, gothic romance, fantasy, and sci fi. Industrial horror of the future is by far the scarier, in my opinion. There's something to be said for dark, gritty factories, but the shiny polish of futuristic tech as a thin veneer over evil is intense.
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Hello! I'm Opal, I write horror, gothic romance, fantasy, and sci fi. Industrial horror of the future is by far the scarier, in my opinion. There's something to be said for dark, gritty factories, but the shiny polish of futuristic tech as a thin veneer over evil is intense.
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If you want a taste of my gritty, supernatural thrillers, my debut, Badlands is FREE on kindle until Friday!
Check out this tale of deception, betrayal and conspiracy here: mybook.to/Badlands2025
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How those shining devils grin at me. The slab turns to liquid, coats me, enters through my pores, replacing skin, blood, and bone. I feel it rush up my spine, invade my brain.
Everything goes white.
I look out, trapped inside, as they greet their new sibling
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How those shining devils grin at me. The slab turns to liquid, coats me, enters through my pores, replacing skin, blood, and bone. I feel it rush up my spine, invade my brain.
Everything goes white.
I look out, trapped inside, as they greet their new sibling
He saw that Frog was not there.
“I AM ALL ALONE!” screamed Toad.
He saw that Frog was not there.
“I AM ALL ALONE!” screamed Toad.