Hungover best man wakes into a surreal, hostile reality, is harassed by a bureaucratic hallucination, drags his near-catatonic brother through a warped wedding ceremony, and ends resigned, unchanged, and ready to drink again.
Not haunted. Promise.
proof of concept or alien probe?
In the early 2200s, the United Earth Bureau governs every network, every ledger, every breath of data. Rian Kovács, a compliance inspector, begins tracing a pattern of unauthorized “mirror nodes” that behave like living code. His pursuit leads him to the Bureau’s oldest secret—and the voice that has been calling from inside its own machines.
(Adapted for English-speaking readers) A frozen waterfall. A silence sharp as shattered glass. Lan Wangji returns to the place where hope once lived — and finds someone waiting in the snow, wearing red like a wound that refuses to close. One breath, one touch, and the world narrows to a single impossible choice: to step toward life, or step back into memory. A chapter about longing, fractured silence, and the kind of closeness that hurts to want.
Lan Zhan, the very embodiment of righteousness, and Hua Cheng, the Unrivaled Demon Prince — two forces destined for eternal opposition. Their worlds are divided, their hearts belong to others, and their souls bear scars that will never let them forget the past. Yet when an ancient evil rises to threaten the world, they are left with no choice. A fragile alliance bound by duty becomes their only weapon.
A rogue broadcaster hijacks the airwaves with a venomous manifesto: vaccines aren't miracles; they're investments in human misery, the opening move in a pharmaceutical chess game where your body is the board and chronic disease is the endgame. Every needle is a barcode, every patient a profit center, every side effect a subscription renewal to a system that harvests weakness and sells it back as treatment. The Voice in the Static isn't just warning you about the system. He's recruiting you to burn it down.
Inspired by Saifedean Ammous Fiat Food book. What would the world look like in the near future if we moved further away from eating real foods and moved towards more industrialised, controlled and processed foods? Once these children had a taste of freedom they never looked back.
Congratulations! You won, you did it, you have everything. Literally everything. Turns out unlimited growth works when there are no checks and balances to stop it. Well, for a while, right? You made The Company. The one that owns everything because you just bought everything until there was no competition. For decades you were able to just build and grow and acquire everything in the world.
Exit moved in silence through the black zone. The road beneath his boots was fractured and blistered from a century of stress fractures, chemical erosion, and neglect. Every surface held the residue of failure. Surveillance nodes blinked faintly in the walls above him. Pale red eyes stared from cracked housing. They still tracked motion and still read heat. Power to the district had been cut hours ago. The Network never really died. It idled, quiet and watchful. It waited for patterns to reestablish.
