Blood, Bone, and Broken Hearts_January Gloom_The Metamorphis of Ali Alvax (AKA: Alvax20045)_O.S. TK
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Blood, Bone, and Broken Hearts
Trigger warning: self harmKara had killed him.I had loved him.I will never be the same. And so, hatred and vengeance boiling in my blood, I stood on the dark, shadowed street and, raising my knife to the moon, I plunged it into my hand. My blood ran down my sleeve, staining the white red. It dripped onto the rain-soaked cobblestones, my skin slashed but feeling no pain. "Aeti Aeito Amnada Asara," I chanted, tracing a circle on the ground with my good hand, drawn in my own blood. "I, Akiko Marsadi of the house Ryderson, hereby swear the following..." I traced a moon on the ground with the spla...
January Gloom
The snow is beautiful when it lays, but it’s 8pm after working a 10 hour shift and 2 hours overtime, and the sight of an impenetrable blizzard is the last thing I want to see. The Lab is 5 miles from the nearest road, never mind a neighbour. Nothing for it but to stay overnight. At least there’s a couch in the breakroom, down the hall from Dr. Yanek’s office, and the lights are still working- -and the lights cut out. No need to panic, the back-up generator is underground. It shouldn’t be affected by the snow, and the lights should be back on in just a moment. But the lights aren’t turning on. ...
The Metamorphis of Ali Alvax (AKA: Alvax20045)
Joyce LairdThe Metamorphis of Ali Alvax (AKA: Alvax20045)For all intents and purposes, Ali Alvax appeared to be a lovely, healthy and intelligent young woman. She was perfect in every way, only she wasn’t human. She was a female android. The year was 2405 AD and society had achieved a connection between all worlds, both earthbound, man-made satellite and other planets; worlds and lives that could only be imagined in science fiction of the twentieth century.Many wars had been fought, lost and won, both earth-bound and between galaxies. Finally, life had settled into a peaceful stage where all...
O.S. TK
When people, few that there are, ask me if I see the irony, I say: no, I refuse to see the irony in the fact that I was skimming through a reprint of ‘I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream’ when we launched The Imitation Game. At first, it ran something like this: ‘Hello. I am Wintermute. That was a joke. Ha ha. Did you like my joke? My name is OK COMPUTER.’ Baby steps. Through interactions with the users, it got there. People would join, and the game was, they’d either be paired with another user, or the program itself, and the goal was try to figure out which they’ve been talkinwww.onedoor.ccg to. It...