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Short tales of dark humour, horror, and sci-fi, each concerning... The.
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The Laws of Perspective (opens the original)
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Scene: Perspective Compliance Zone, District 14The street was quiet in that way only over‑regulated spaces could be — sterile, humming, mathematically correct. White grid lines floated in the air, converging toward a vanishing point mandated by Law 51.0, flickering faintly like they were tired of existing.Two enforcement drones hovered overhead, scanning angles, distances, and subject sizes with clinical indifference.A police officer stood beneath them, holding a clipboard and a ruler the size o
The Painfully Slow (opens the original)
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Scene: The Long WalkThe sky was a bruised orange, the kind that made everything feel like the end of something important. Dust blew across the rocky plain in thin, tired streaks. And far ahead — already shrinking into the horizon — the twin rockets of EVAC SHIP ARK‑9 roared upward, leaving behind a column of smoke and a silence that felt personal.The sign beside the path still blinked:EVACUATION → 3.2KMSTARSHIP
The Non‑Clonals (opens the original)
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Scene: Neon District, Sector 7The clone army stood in perfect formation — rows upon rows of identical armored figures, each one a carbon‑copy of the next. Same height. Same posture. Same expressionless visor. Same everything.Behind them, the city glowed in cold neon blues and purples, humming with the sterile efficiency of a place designed by algorithms rather than architects.And in front of them? Five people who absolutely did not match.They stood like a glitch in the system — colourful, asymme
The Narrative Tension (opens the original)
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Scene: Corridor C‑12The corridor was quiet.Not peaceful quiet — plot quiet. The kind of quiet that felt like the ship was holding its breath, waiting for someone to make the wrong decision.One flickering light buzzed overhead, illuminating just enough of the metal walls to make the shadows feel intentional. The rest of the corridor stretched into dimness, the kind that suggested something had been standing there a second ago and had politely stepped aside. The air smelled faintly of ozone and na
The Silence (opens the original)
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Scene: Deep SpaceThe wreck drifted in the dark like a broken crescent moon — metal torn open, ribs exposed, fragments trailing behind it like frozen ash. No lights. No movement. No signs of life.Except for the signal.A faint, looping broadcast repeating every 11 seconds:“We are not alone. We were never alone.”It had been transmitting for three centuries.And tonight, a salvage crew finally reached it.The ApproachThe <sp
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