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“Within Sights” posted
It’s been a while, but there’s a new mini-short in the Transhuman Congress series posted: “Within Sights“. Here’s a taste: The sniper took a deep, long breath, then picked one bullet out of her case. It was labeled “Pnth-1” on the casing. There were three others in her case, but she only needed this one right now. The Pnth models had been recognized 13 days ago as people by the Transhuman Congress, and many individuals — this entity included — were moving quickly to integrate themselves in human society. Like so many models before them, they quickly threw away decades of culture, of model identity, in their sick lust for…
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“Lina” posted
I’ve got another short up in the Transhuman Congress — “Lina“: “This is the first model of its type!” the voice above us said in breathy, fast voice. We opened our eyes — no. One of us opened his eyes, but we all see, and in that moment, we diverged. He/We looked up at the human, the blushing/flushed/excited/!! human man leaning over us.
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“Hot and Heavy” posted
It’s absolutely a piece of fluff, but I swear, the thing pretty much wrote itself from start to finish. I’m not going to give it much introduction except to say that it’s Team Fortress 2 related: “Hot and Heavy“.
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“Special needs” posted
It’s been a couple of weeks, thanks to the Tampa trip and the move, but I have a new Transhuman Congress story done: “Special needs“. The Meta in the office gave no acknowledgment of Miriam or Donna, but walked lightly to the door to Ser Harold’s office, opened it, and went in. Donna’s theatrical shudder drew Miriam’s attention back to her. “I’ll tell you, I don’t mind them, of course,” she said, eyes wide, “but I do wish they were polite and would ask to see Ser Harold like anyone else.” “Don’t be silly. Politeness is a culturally-defined term,” Miriam muttered. She wanted to talk to that Meta.
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“Art and Soul” posted
Based loosely on a local art festival I attended a couple of weekends ago (also called Art and Soul), I’ve written “Art and Soul“, a little short about… courage? It was full of limbs. Some with pseudoflesh, some shiny or dull metal, some more plastic-like materials. And all were decorated intricately. The metals were engraved with tight, swirling patterns covering most of the surface, and the pseudofleshes were scarred in similar patterns, as if the wearer had been burned or cut very, very carefully. No wonder people were giving it a wide berth. It falls within my newfangled Transhuman Congress ‘verse.