The collarless stray sat roadside, watching traffic, tongue loose, big teeth smiling into the darkness. One of the big robot trucks went by, filled with animal smells. The stray watched it pass into the darkness, trailing lights behind it as it went. The moon rode clouds West and the stray could see the motion. Somewhere…
Author: Zen Render
NaBloPoMo: Day 1
It’s harder to find the middle of the road when the cat’s eyes are being actively jammed. Scrambling them is trivial, and helps keep the disco lights out of your mirrors, but it means you have to actually watch the road, and that your car constantly thinks you’re off-roading, so every time you skip a…
Coming back soon, gentle reader.
May-Be: Day 7
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May-Be: Day 6
No, Not Really continues. This runner needs to reply. Can’t stay out here in the open, I don’t think. Though, nobody seems to notice that I’m here. Once I got rid of the easily-removable gear, and tripped the power on the rest of the stuff I normally carry, it’s as if I wasn’t there any…
May-Be: Day 5
No, Not Really continues, with respect and condolences for the loss of TV On The Radio bandmate, Gerard Smith. Goldman sits looking out the window of his apartment on the third floor, the cloud in his head eased into his eyes, looking through him, for him, at him. He sits and watches. Listens to…
May-Be: Day 4
Breach detected. State wake nudge pushed clocked host. Core route via association. Working. Nonmelodic port knocking sequence preposed. Non-random. Clearpath tables against tangent. Successful breach, Justice served. Application for warrant submitted and approved by SoCalHost 127. Thank you for your order. Previous message repeats 4 times. Successful brea… Get out dreams are mine. This beach…
May-Be: Day 3
He sits, listening to it all, not knowing what he’s listening for. A large piece of off-market audio equipment and an alarming array of hand-made enhancements returns his tension, rippling beneath his touch as he isolates and reaches into the maelstrom over and over again. In a previous life, over a decade ago, he was…
MAY-BE: Day 2
No, Not Really continues Spent most of the day running. Something tipped somewhere. Didn’t think I’d been sloppy, but the lights at every street corner were humming in that way they do when the internals have been flipped to highres for perimeter. Maybe they’re not looking for me, but they’re looking. Something’s up. Gotta figure…
MAY-BE: Day 1
In which our hero engages in some stream of consciousness, talks about cycling, talks about an old friend.