so the Sherpas say
The great sins, so the Sherpas say, are to pick wildflowers and to threaten children.
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Panoptimized
“Pain is a powerful teacher. Our vengeance should instruct. Remember, many will be watching.”
colder ways
What were soldiers anymore? In cyberwar there was only the enemy. The other side.
The Deadest Generation
We are now armed and prepared to complete our academic mission. We are locked and loaded for learning. We are fighting fear with firepower.
snow on the convent
Plague. Pestilence. Perfidy. The perfect tools to combat aggressors and oppressors.
Good Old Crimes
That frozen day, the father glowered at his son hunched over the laptop in the kitchen. “This is no way to earn a living.” The teenager...
winding down
The planet doesn’t care. The universe either. It won’t require anything big of us. Quite the contrary.
a step forward
They took a step forward. A warning siren sounded as sentry guns auto-targeted.
Big God
“Don’t try to steer this into an Occupy Heaven bog. Next, you’ll be complaining about the whole Too Big to Kneel fiasco."
Humoring the Stone
The cadence grew louder, and though the mason didn’t understand the language well, he recognized it for what it was: a countdown.
not the land
Doesn’t matter who I am. I am not the land.
along the margins
In the face of global catastrophe, it seems, all we had was words. Maybe the right ones could spellbind us.
ZG3
No longer would the conduit to nirvana be through prophets and priests, it would be through ZG3 portals.
Cheapside
Bots experienced corrosion. Breathers experienced corruption. Entropy always had its way.
Google's Earth
"Maps create empires. Every line you draw is a step to conquest. Places and people must be known in order to be controlled.”
Encrypted Servitude
"You’re letting Big Tech have it all. And for what? An indulgence? A promise of access? Of interconnectedness? Of celebrity?"
Deep in the Shallows
With her second phone held high, Janine’s mom crouched down, streaming the mother-daughter moment. Close. Together. So intent on the video.
Hashed
This is kinda crazy. Writing down hashes. These lines are what computers read. Not humans.
Your Disorder Is Ready
The universe is a bowling alley. It sets up the pins and we knock ‘em down.
Day Dreamer
Like Eula. Like winning the lottery by finding a lost lottery ticket. How lucky is that?
Droning On
Ray Hausmann. Family man. He could almost forget that he killed for a living.
Extremust
The officer squared his Kevlar-padded shoulders to the young man and placed a hand on the stun gun holstered at his side.
OutTwitted
Damn them. Damn them all to hell. Heston in a loincloth had it right—even with his cold, dead hands. They’d blown it up. The maniacs.
leeteracy
"Thank you for your most excellent attention today, and your only homework tonight is to ponder your entire digital existence.”
Pothole
"So says Mr. TechToke of the GoGreen Party. You’re just protecting your interests and burying your head in the sand..."
Y
As the net expanded, so did the Y of human misery.
Rear Window
With a growing sense of certainty, they knew, as Juan did, what crime they were committing. Terracide.
i.vigilante
"Collecting and using data you have no right to in order to pre-empt a possible violation. That is a crime."
Hellth
CODEX set about suppressing human stress, by functionally eliminating human choice, the most cancerous symptom of freedom.
Rarefied
Machiavelli all the way. His flavor. Assertive. Unrelenting. Unforgiving. Unapologetic.
Preventable
Anger produces ridiculous thermal waste—which in turn contributes exponentially faster to the heat death of the universe.
SomeWare
“I’d term it forced nakedness,” Bihrduur snorted. “You’re undressing all of humanity."
children are dying
We know that there are those who would walk away from Omelas. We know of those that would take up arms on Arrakis.
Textinction
Troy fell to a ruse, the dinosaurs to an asteroid, Twitter to Chatter. It was the end of text. And good riddance.
sensorship/censorchip
The tech knew that if you tortured data, it would confess, but HQC’s way was much simpler. Provide data that fit the ideal.
Stormed
His ingenuity mitigated untold loss of life, but Mother Nature still gave him the finger—the one in the orange bag at his side.
Memes, Not Genes
Sticks and stones will hurt my bones, but memes will burrow into your brain like an earwig in a disturbing Outer Limits episode.
Swirling Vortex of Death
The pro-pro’s eyes widened, but like the professional provocateur he was, he didn’t back away. He leaned in to take a hit for the team.
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