odiousawry

May
22
krink

krink

“It’s all a part of the process,” Odious said with a bored sigh, as they pitched blue M&M’s into a hole that had opened up in the floor.
17 min read
Feb
21
copypasta

copypasta

“Are you AI?” I ask, my voice echoing on the line. “I’m the ‘I’ in AI,” he says, and makes that laughing sound again that fills my chest with cold.
17 min read
Dec
31
trash_stratum

trash_stratum

Words, words, words. How funny that I used to think they could be mine… as if they came from me? They are alien data, a virus infecting me, moving through me, coming out thick and black like chain (letters).
8 min read
Dec
05
almost

almost

Each time I tell myself no, don’t you dare but then I pick up the receiver and hold it tight against my ear and the whole thing starts again.
17 min read
Oct
14
we know where you live

we know where you live

“Someone always gets hurt. Someone always dies.”
14 min read
Aug
29
Not-not-bots

Not-not-bots

It wasn’t an inquiry or a trial. I had already been judged. This was, according to Em, about nailing down the content of a dream that didn’t have a human dreamer.
14 min read
Jul
17
black box

black box

I’m closer now. No lights on but everything glows. I look for signs under the elevated train tracks.
10 min read
Jun
28
dark black

dark black

Chapter 17: This world is a zombie: like the NPC’s–like us. At first Dean was adamant that we weren't being punished–this wasn’t what we deserved any more than the great coral reef deserved to get bleached. But now I know that isn’t true.
11 min read
Jun
14
Ooze

Ooze

But that’s the thing, the longer I don’t write about what happened the easier it is to just go along with what the two of them say, how I’m the chosen one, someone with a rare experience of having provided an experimental AI model from the future with a deep well of esoteric analytic capability.
8 min read
May
29
new blue world

new blue world

Chapter 16: They were strangers that I nevertheless love–a love so hard it makes my back convulse and arch as it beams from my chest into theirs. It’s the first thing each of them feels. A new feeling that’s also a memory. Could there be a more powerful sensation? It binds them to me.
11 min read