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The hospital room was quiet, the only sound the steady, soft beep of the heart monitor. Jake Gardner lay still in the narrow bed, his own body a strange and distant shell. He wasn’t in it anymore. His consciousness floated, untethered, in a small, quivering puddle of violet slime that had oozed from his own limp penis and now pooled on the crisp white sheets.
He’d been walking home from the bar, a little after two, when the sky had flashed purple. Something small and hot had slammed into the b…
Chapter 1: The Midnight Prank
Valerie Thorne stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across her skin. At forty, she had mastered the art of blending into the background, a modest librarian by day who volunteered at the community center and dressed in loose sweaters and knee-length skirts to hide the voluptuous figure beneath. Her auburn hair, usually pinned in a practical bun, now cascaded freely down her back in loose waves, f…
Female, 26 years old, of Korean descent. She is a doctoral candidate in philosophy in Country U. She possesses a deep interest in the natural environment, human society, ethics, and philosophical thought.
Cassandra begins having the same dream over and over again.There are no images in it—only sound. Countless faint noises: scraping, friction, gnawing—like billions of jointed limbs crawling through the darkness. And in that darkness, something within her—certain buried sexual desires and longings—are subtly, almost imperceptibly stirred.She clearly perceived certain caresses, certain intrusions, and even orgasms; it wasn't a dream. Because when she woke up, the afterglow of her orgasm hadn't faded, and she could still hear the sounds deep in her eardrums.
The sounds began in the silence.
Not a crescendo, but an infiltration—a soft, relentless scratching that seemed to originate not in the room around her, but inside the canals of her own ears. Cassandra lay perfectly still in the dark of her graduate housing apartment, the thin blanket a weightless shroud over her slender form. Her eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling’s vague shadows. She was awake. She had been awake for the last forty-seven minutes, according to the pale green numerals on the…
All characters are 18 or older.
Rachel Smith came home from school exhausted. She did not want to think about going back to school for tomorrow, the tests she’d taken today alone had mentally drained her and going back tomorrow to finish the rest of them was not a pleasant thought. At least that would be their last day of testing for a while. I almost forgot Rachel thought as she plopped down onto the couch, I promised Elizabeth and Susan I'd check up on them.
Me: Hey all!
How were the tests?
Elizabeth: Ugh! …
Let’s get this over with. A list. My life, in bullet points. As compiled by me, Kevin Miller, at age thirty-four, on a Tuesday that smells like wet concrete and regret.
Item One: Born to Diane and Frank Miller. Middle-class suburb. Dad left when I was seven. Not a dramatic exit—just packed a suitcase one Tuesday and said he was getting milk. The milk, apparently, was in Phoenix with a dental hygienist named Brenda. Mom started calling me “the man of the house.” I was seven. I didn’t want t…
The Collection of Hearts
Andrew settled into the worn leather armchair across from his sister Madison, the familiar creak of the furniture mingling with the soft patter of rain against the window. She cradled her mug of tea with both hands, watching him with undisguised curiosity.
"So you just... what, collect them?" Madison asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Andrew shook his head. "It's not collecting. It's saving. There's a difference."
"Okay, okay." She leaned forward. "So tell…
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Ch. 01 - First Impressions
Lazarus Group had assembled our team to determine if it was possible to transmit thoughts using nanite technology.
Like any other scientists obsessed with proving we could, things got out of hand.
Ch. 02 - Fresh Impressions
A bit of help and an unexpected windfall mean no longer fearing for my life.
But things get boring after a while, and I'm tempted to take another shot at changing the world.
I'd convinced my first test subject to stay in range of transmission.
Finally, I get to test the technology on someone without distractions or interruptions.
I'd originally intended for experiments to escalate slowly over the course of weeks, maybe even months.
That's not what happened.
My attempts to further develop the technology hit a dead end.
Meanwhile, Fiona starts having her own ideas as she learns about its current capabilities.
Discovering a new and more effective means of conveying knowledge represented a great opportunity but also a risk. It wasn't that I didn't know what Fiona would do once she learned how to use the technology: I knew exactly what she wanted.