Cyborg Love (a short story)

I’m not sure what attracted me to Stephanie. Was it her hazel eyes, which changed colors and had a circle of orange around the iris? Or was it how calm I felt around her, like I could be myself and not worry about ridicule?

I lay with her in bed on a Saturday night. She ran her fingers down my chest as we talked, and I could feel goosebumps shoot all over my body.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, breaking the cool and calm silence.

“I’m still thinking about the talk at the university, to be honest. It was interesting. I always wondered what it’d be like to be a cyborg.”

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Endless Future (a poem)

Break out of this body, swim in data: there is immortality here

you’re no longer bound in a fleshy tomb

that near-death experience was your awakening

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Project Z (a poem)

Was it your fate to be imprisoned here?

You sit in the lotus position, clear your mind,

practicing techniques The Collective taught you –

remember that Project Z must be defended,

Portia will penetrate your puny brain, drain

your memories to catch a glimpse of vital data,

the antidote to utter control over Techno-City.

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In the Shadows of the Techno-City (a poem)

We hide, strategize in the shadows of

the Techno-City, away from Portia’s

prying eyes – don’t worry, you’re safe here

from the tyranny of technology.

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The Final Sound (a poem)

Staring at these screens, I wonder

if I’ll get sucked inside and live in the vastness

of our Great Collective Unconscious like so many

writers have prophesied.

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The Hate Machine (a poem)

Step into the Hate Machine and scroll down

and see the venom – It’s the information apocalypse:

Keep scrolling ‘till you feel dread and inject a diatribe into

the living, breathing Hate Machine – the collective angst

that rolls, rolls, rolls like an unstoppable force –

our mouths foamed, teeth bared, claws sharpened,

ready for a feeding.

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