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The sun blazes through the apartment windows causing me no end of distress. I subvocalize and my ARscape replaces it with a lightly clouded sky. My mum always forced me to go out when it was sunny and I’ve hated it ever since; the sense of obligation runs deep in my psyche. The apartment is too quiet so I have ARscape generate a litter of cat girl maids in lingerie to frolic around the living room. I watch them for a while until one meets my gaze and blows me a kiss; it’s good to be me. In the kitchen I pour cornflakes into a spotless crystal bowl emblazoned with my personal logo and initials. I’ll be the first to admit that puppy cost quite a bit, but I don’t mind as every bowl on the planet will appear that way for me and me alone. No one else can experience the joy of this bowl unless I let them; that's power. ARscape covers every flake with full colour images of different anime characters from a list that I have pre-approved. As I always do, I waste a full ten minutes finding the cornflake that has me drawn in the style of Kosuke from Tokyo Takedown. I had SecretAIry send an email to Eclipse Studios, suggesting they make Kosuke look more like the image of me but I didn't hear back. It's understandable; I'm ahead of the curve on pretty much... more
Outside, the rain refused to fall and bring relief to the city; the luminosity of the street was diffused by the inescapable, insufferable humidity. Inside, the air was dank; it oozed on uncovered skin like a numbing film of benzocaine. The Chapel was an decaying wooden shed deep in the free-zone of the Docks. The walls ran with condensation that glistened in the candle light. June pointed out aerosol units attached to various struts; she claimed her AVR was picking up an airborne hallucinatory stimulant. The Chapel had been full to bursting when we arrived, packed with a young crowd. At a glance I nearly dismissed them as standard singularity chasers, visible mods and symbols of AI deity affiliation, but something was different. As I pondered what it could be The Preacher entered. The immediate and absolute silence jolted me alert. This was not a silence of institutionalized respect and deference; this was the silence of near on two hundred people not daring to miss a word or motion, lest some vital revelation that could lead to their salvation was lost. The lead had paid off and The Preacher had my attention. Taken from the memoirs of 조용구
A carbon copy of a younger you. A backup copy of a child or relative. We can remake them for you, wholesale. Cloneseed Genome Technologies™ youtu.be/Ppabe7vbLuc credits released July 13, 2019
CYBER CRASH 2000 (1987) Despite a limited run at the time of release, Pak Nam-Gyu’s 1987 tech-noir classic CYBER CRASH 2000 has gained a small cult following among 20th century completionists. Equally praised for its ominous predictions and panned for its overuse of cyberpunk clichés, the film dealt with complex themes for its time including body modifications and transhumanism. The film soundtrack, credited to unknown producer Lee Hae-Dong, garners similar criticism, being both a schlocky analog product of its time and a tense atmospheric peek into the future. Restored from the original master tapes, the soundtrack is available here in full for the first time. --- Synopsis: The year is 1999, 5 years since the metanet crash and the uprisings that followed. Pockets of civilization still exist in the wreckage of the mega cities and the off world colonies, collecting and hoarding data that could lead to a new awakening of humanity. However, ruthless “sequencer agents” prowl the soft space and the intranet, viciously hunting down netrunners. Only the upgraded stand a chance against the Syndicate. The perfect synthesis of man and machine. This is the age of the Machine Warrior.
The end of the human race will be that it will eventually die of civilisation. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
The block was old, glistening in the evening’s mist. Every wall had some form of cabling attached to it and every window and balcony had bars over it. Up close you could see the film of moisture covering the peeling walls and the filth of history. There were a few old men sitting out on cheap carbon stools playing cards and smoking but they paid me little mind. There was no entrance, just exposed corridors into the decrepit concrete stairwells; the walls covered in graffiti and decades of grime. I’d first heard of Black Tree Utopia when I was a student, it was a cool thing you dropped into conversations to impress girls as you plied them with cheap gin and tonic. After I graduated I forgot all about it and I fell into making documentaries for sent-net distribution. In that scene, well, I’m pretty respected, so I get a lot of tips and leads sent in anonymously; most of which come to nothing. Last month though I got a lead about a building, way out in the rubble of district 17, that housed some of the members of Black Tree. I dug around and it looked good, so I replied and set up a face to face with one of the members. The meeting was on the fifteenth floor, only stairs and it was stiflingly humid going up those old stairwells; there was no air in that building. When the door to 1541 was opened, it was done so by a small woman, probably in her 70s, with eyes that belonged to a 20 year-old; bright and fierce. She asked to be identified as Sarah. Her apartment was austere but homely and thick with the smell of incense. She had me sit on a chair that wobbled and offered no refreshments. Abridged transcript of interview with ‘Sarah’:
In my office, I drag up fragments of memory, shapes of ideas and try to put them together. I flick through images of the victim sent by the pathologist. The AR lens places them around the room. It does a shitty job and bits of furniture poke through the dead girl. I find a half drunk flask of Ayahuasca from last night and chug it like it was water. I fish a few caps of super blue from my pill box and wash them down with malt. The intercom buzzes. I'm not the best PI in town but I seem to be the busiest of late. A man enters the room, his head is that of a cybernetic boar. I tongue my top-rear molar to turn of the AR. The man's head becomes human again for a few seconds before reverting to its previous porcine shape. Is the AR faulty again? Is it the drugs? The man pulls a gun from his inner pocket and places it on the desk in front of me. I look down at the gun to see it is now a namecard. It reads P. Nguyen. Gu Office Representative. "Although I'll never admit it on record, I represent the Mayor of our fine town. He has a little work that it would be in your interest to take on." "Not many immigrants working for the city" I say. "Are they filling quotas again?" The man takes his card from the desk and I see it has become a gun again. He buffalos me with the revolver and my vision swims. "Focus on finding the girl 조용구, we will be in touch with further instructions in due course." Then he is gone. I spit blood into the bottle of malt and then take a swig. Clearly it would be a long night.
A collection of short stories from the True Fiction Archives spanning (post)cyberpunk and weird fiction. Also available with full visuals on our Youtube channel: www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PBM1EmKzY0 You can add this Audiobook to your collection here: band.codes/prekursor/corroded-syntax released July 2, 2025 Music and words by humans, read by assorted AI.
mist blurred pixels reflections of passing lights rain shimmered static head against the glass pulsing blue, then pink, then white soft ambience from a low-band station only sleepless hours feel human
Lorebound - AVRPG / Dungeon Drone / Cinematic Ambient / RPG Soundscapes / The Lorebound are a subculture of roleplayers who inhabit fantasy characters across a game network. Players participate in collective narratives that combine geolocation and spatial overlays. AVR implants, neural interfaces, and tactile modules are used to view objectives and interact with virtual elements throughout the city. The group operates within a distributed game system, structured into protocol classes that function as access hierarchies for abilities, tools, and quests. Participants can complete tasks, join team-based simulations, or engage in competitive battles, which are recorded by the platform to track progress and preserve continuity. The term “Lorebound” refers to their emphasis on recorded history within the game world. Every modification becomes part of an archive, which players access through the shared Lore database. Key milestones and notable players have become legendary within the Lore. This ongoing documentation defines the community, which strives to create a legacy for the future. released November 25, 2025
As he walks through a virtual landscape, the world bends and distorts at its edges. He is searching for something he lost: the sense of possibility, of building something larger than himself. At the farthest point of the map, the terrain dissolves into an endless plane of white. He stays there until the machine begins to overheat and the image starts breaking apart. released December 9, 2025
This album is tribute to independent art, music and cinema around the world, regardless of budget or corporate/mob influence. This work has been reassembled with care with help from the original composers and artists who contributed to Pak’s vision.
Another night of heat; the humidity imperceptibly dragging the city back into the swamp it was built upon. Big Market struggles to remain alive as I cut through its decaying structure. Traders half-heartedly pack up, not yet willing to give up on making a few extra coin, but there are few buyers out tonight.
**Report 03: Patron Interaction – Small Talk** **Task:** Engage in Conversational Entertainment **Time Initiated:** 10:00 PM **Time Completed:** 10:45 PM **Status:** Complete **Priority:** Medium **Task ID:** #E-103-TALK-03
