The Stranger in a Subjective Land: Pt 2

Adrian landed on the ground in front of the stranger, who stuck out his hand in greeting. Reluctantly, Adrian shook it. "Adrian, you're anxious." the man said matter-of-factly. "Why?" Adrian couldn't help but shudder at how easily the stranger had read him. "I'm fine!" he said far too enthusiastically. The stranger gave him a look … Continue reading The Stranger in a Subjective Land: Pt 2 →

The Heart: Part 2

The tests continued. The prisoner was sent out on the streets (under surveillance, of course), and ordered to hold up this bank, to rob that store, to pickpocket this man, to throw that plastic cup into the river. Each time, the prisoner tried, he exerted all of the willpower he could muster to just pull … Continue reading The Heart: Part 2 →

The Stranger in a Subjective Land: Pt 1

Adrian soared across the skies as he looked down at the road below. The Consensus Bureau insisted that there be a road down there, but not that it have any particular appearance. In Adrian's reality, that road was paved with the whitest marble on earth. He oftentimes wondered what the crystalline city he saw looked … Continue reading The Stranger in a Subjective Land: Pt 1 →

The Heart: Pt 1

The Heart made a high, happy sound as the surgeons removed it from its box. Those sounds of sentience amazed Dr Stewart, and he doubted they would cease to. Gently, he removed it from the box and assessed the patient's brain, sizing up exactly where to place it. Then, slowly and steadily, he took the … Continue reading The Heart: Pt 1 →

Prometheus’ Example

Micheal couldn't bear the pain. He screamed out from the agony of every convulsing muscle, every singed hair, every bruise, cut, crack, and tear. He cried out to the people on the streets to help him. He begged them to entreat Prometheus, hoping that it would show him mercy. Nobody stopped. Like the dutiful citizens … Continue reading Prometheus’ Example →

Subjective

The man, if that's what he could be called, wandered through what could've been considered a city full of what might be called people. He was lost, confused, alone. The maybe-people about him had ceased to be people a subjective amount of time in the past, or was it the future? As he looked about … Continue reading Subjective →