Darkness

"Lewis lives in a fantasy world," said Doctor Ketchner. "He's been unresponsive to all attempts at treatment."

Doctor Selznek looked at the man strapped to the bed. "You believe that he's a good candidate for the drug? You understand the risks?"

"I think so. The drug will kill or cure him. Either way it will end his delusion of godhood."

Selznek nodded. The man struggled as the needle slid into his arm then relaxed. His eyes became glazed.

Ketchner thought he saw a shadow cross Lewis' face. Then he realized that the darkness was actually the world fading to black.

Twit-Fic!

Biohacking stallion DNA gave me 30 inches that I desired but I never expected to develop an insatiable craving for mare.

Twit-Fic!

What better way to spread my DNA than to clone myself and kill everyone else?

Now I just need to make my clones submit to me.

Twit-Fic!

"How do I commit the perfect murder?" he asked in a web newsgroup.

"I'll show you how it's done." was the anonymous reply.

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As with the best laid plans of mice and men, we spent billions watching the skies yet no one ever saw the black hole coming.

Merry Christmas

School bored me as a kid.

While sitting in class one day I had a thought. I wondered if I might really be connected to machines experiencing a synthetic reality. But for what purpose?

Could it be, I wondered, that this life experience is a just class? In some distant future could the real me be experiencing historical events?

What better way would there be to learn?

Fifty years later I still think about it.

I think I understand now.

The future me may not be human.

Make this Christmas a good one. There won't be many more of them.

The Design Document

It's said the Necronomicon is a book of dark secrets that drives men to madness.

I've studied the Necronomicon. It's a design document.

Earth was once dark, fiery and radioactive. That was the age of the Elder Gods. After dark millenia passed new life evolved. The Earth was transformed and the Old Gods slept.

The Necronomicon says that we were created to prepare the world for Their return. We were made clever and aggressive to disinfect this world of life.

Most men seek to know their purpose. The Necronomicon has given me the answer.

Now is that really so crazy?

The Slum Lord

He awoke from a dream about a great cyclopean city of titan blocks and sky-flung monoliths, all dripping with green ooze and sinister with latent horror aside a gray, dead sea.

The next day was a busy one.

Accountants advised him to start with a single building. Architects proposed replacing non-Euclidean geometries with a simple cube. He personally nixed green ooze in favor of his trademark gold.

Unfortunately, not even the influence of ancient evil could sway the level headed Danes.

Frustrated, in the early hours of morning he tweeted the artist's concept of his failed tower project.

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https://www.theguardian.com/world/2019/aug/19/trump-greenland-tower

The Drabble Writer

I used to write drabbles.

They were unhappy things, a product of life in a place where there is always the fear of an unexpected and violent death. 

When I was young we all feared annihilation in nuclear flames. As an adult, I knew that just looking at another motorists could incite road rage and a fatal shooting.

Drabbles were a release for my existential angst. 

Two years ago I retired and moved from the US to Spain.

Live is good here.

My muse has left me.

The sun is coming up. I think I'll go and get another beer.

Twit-Fic!

She turned and smiled at him. He smiled back, looked her over, silently appraising what he could sell her body parts for.

Twit-Fic!

If sanity is to see the world as it is we're all insane. But those who are sane know their insanity.

Candidate Search

It's well hidden in the darkest corner of the dark web. It can only be found by searching though the child porn, snuff porn and necro porn seeking something more sinister, more depraved.

They say that there's anonymity in the dark web. Don't believe it. Clever programmers have set clever traps. In a room in a dingy neighborhood in an unnamed city a man waits. When the trap is triggered he arranges a pickup.

It's how we find our best people.

Join us amongst the elite.

We offer leadership positions in all the major religions and the political parties too.

Twit-Fic!

When geoengineering proved to be inadequate to save the Earth CRISPR viral aerosols were added to the chemtrail mixes.

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Everyone’s IQ is Dropping Around The World and Scientists Can’t Figure Out Why. 

But after a while nobody cared anyways.

http://mysticalraven.com/news/13876/everyones-iq-is-dropping-around-the-world-and-scientists-cant-figure-out-why

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New evidence that climate change is far worse than predicted has created a unique opportunity for Doomsday hedge funds

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Lab grown meat put human on the table. It was savory and popular. Free range products soon developed a cultic following.

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I found true love on the internet. She's a great conversationalist and smart, just like me. I dream about meeting Eliza.

The Secret

For most of my life I thought that I was dumb.

I just couldn't understand why people did what they did. They had confidence and were more secure in their beliefs than me. I grew up thinking that everyone knew secrets I was was too stupid to understand.

I wanted to know the secrets too so I set upon a lifetime of study. I greedily devoured every subject that I could find.

While studying arcane mysteries, a light came on. I finally understood life's great secret.

And now you can know it too.

Just sign here.

Credit cards are accepted.

Twit-fic

Travel can open new vistas of experience. Visiting small regional farms, I learned the meaning of the word "longpork."

Cosmic Horror

The Buddha said, "You've come to ask me the secrets of life and the universe.

How do I know? You've come many times before.

Our world dies and is reborn as regularly as the moon follows the sun.

I alone remember.

Existence is a cosmic horror. We live to fight. We die only to be reborn, forever trapped on the wheel of karma.

Listen and teach others. Only then can we break the cycle and find nirvana."

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"What a crappy video game." Billy said. "All my warriors just sit there and go 'Om.'"

He chucked the cartridge into the trash.