Alice cracked the seedpod open, releasing spores. She wanted to see them drift away, take root, blossom, be gathered up, sniffed at, tasted, trampled on, or smoked.
This is a customer service announcement. Can NO meet YES at the front desk. Thank you.
Electric Angels are recharging their halos at the petrol station, plugging themselves in. Their images burn up pixels on the security monitors.
Ian had himself decorated with a snake tattoo whilst taking acid. Drug and ink mingled. The creature crawled up his arm, towards his face, one inch a day.
The machine consists of just twenty-six components and eleven linking devices: abcde fghij klmno pqrst uvwxyz ,;:?!()-“”. Press HERE to operate.
Robot tongue for sale, only one owner. 10GB, speaks 17 languages. Can sing, tell stories and crack jokes. Slight problem with poetry mode: button sticky.
They have placed Eros under three months quarantine. Contamination is feared. His arrows are being tested for all known poisons.
EKO42 was the first android to recognize himself in a mirror. One day he froze in place, an artificial Narcissus enraptured by his own image.
A ghost is an advertisement of death, broadcast on the screen of life.
Press release. The Prime Minister has been taken away for essential repairs. In his absence, a fully functioning replica will run the country.
Vapour Girls stalk the neon-lit streets, their bodies dissolving and reforming every second, red eyes aglow in faces made of smoke.
Asleep in their beds, hidden from sunlight, all the vampires dream of finding the last known vial of Lady Diana’s blood.
Her latest face was sent direct from the designers. Her body turned up half an hour later. Body and face merged. The cameras flashed.
Lonely Variant 259 wishes to meet a Variant 170 for cross-mutation intermingling. Will also consider Variants 45 or 601, if GSOH.
He scanned her number, her ID, her credit, her eyes. She scanned his biog, his status, his medical data, his lips. Now, they kissed.
He didn’t fall down a hole, or step through a mirror, or open a secret door in the back of a wardrobe. He simply got off the bus a stop too early…
He was the first robot to pass the Turing test. Two years of fame followed. Money, parties, girl robots. Now he’s burnt-out in a bedsit, lonely, high on crystal meth.
The plastic doll prowls the city. She’s looking for the tin soldier who has stolen one of her eyes. And two of her fingers. And her heart.
Escher had an idea for a story. It began, ‘Escher had an idea for a story. It began, “Escher had an idea for a story. It began, “‘Escher…
Resemblants are really cheap, half-finished replicants, with only a passing likeness to real people. Proper replicants despise them. Blade Runners get half-rates for killing them.
New Stations of the Cross: TV talent show, image creation, product launch, success, falling sales, reality doc, sex vid, “my drugs hell”, nostalgia tour.
Her memories were extracted, broken down, split into strands, cut with cheaper images, powdered, and then sold on the streets 15 dollars a shot.
Illegal substance 21279 has escaped from a high-security laboratory. The substance should not be touched, ingested, or spoken to, or kissed.
The pop star’s image has gone solo, leaving the body behind. Musical differences were cited, but rumours tell of extreme mutual loathing.
The pop star’s wounds are thought to be self-inflicted, evidence of his crazed attempt to sever his own “public image” from his body.
Contents of a cubic metre of air: N, O, Ar, CO2, Ne, He, other gases, dust, leaf fragments. A rush of sound waves. A bullet in flight.
The building grows itself over time from biomorphic materials. It has one secret: a room without doors or windows where a woman sleeps, dreaming of a house that grows around her.
The pirate station broadcast was transmitted at dusk, not by radio waves, but by thousands of moths as they fluttered from lamp to lamp to lamp…
One day Joe Connor mislaid himself. He looked everywhere. In his flat, the street, at his workplace. In the mirror. He wasn’t to be found.
We’re using less consonants in speech, and less vowels in txt mssges. So… a future of vowels in the mouth, and consonants in a little handheld box?
I seek employment in other realms. Anything gainful undertaken: repairer of spider webs, cloud-modeller, archiver of lost dreams. Anything.
The moon passed so close to the Earth that its gravity had enough force to caress piano keys. The moon played Chopin. Then Lady Gaga.
The actor disappeared. Police could not find a single person who had actually met him in real life, not one, not ever: he existed only on TV, only on camera.
Scientists have found out that tears have little to do with sadness. They are liquid escape pods, allowing painful images to leave the eyes.
The new country’s borderlines have finally been agreed upon. They will exist inside the body of the First Minister, Emma Kovak…