It’s time for another story about games. Last week, we took a look at someone having fun and enjoying a future where hyper-advanced games are commonplace.
This time, we see how it can go wrong. How a similar—but not exactly the same—technology can be used for other purposes.
Gaming is a lot of fun. It’s a favorite pastime of so many people. And the technology is getting better all the time.
In this version of our future, it’s gotten very, very good. Possibly beyond what is actually possible—but, hey, this is a science fiction story. Let’s roll with it.
In many stories, especially cosmic horror stories, humanity is threatened in some way or another. The reader is a witness to a potential end of the world.
This is such a story, but it does have a twist to it. For it is not an attack that threatens humanity.
Are you in a room, dear reader?
If so, look at a corner. Isn’t it cool how perfectly the two walls mesh into one another? There’s no space between them.
Behold, dear reader, the following:
A lamentation told in a rolling, long-sentence-filled, almost stream-of-consciousness (but not really) narrative style about a person and his friends from our world finding a different world where things are not much fun.
Have you ever been stuck in traffic, dear reader? Spent however long with almost unmoving cars, random honking, and maybe even some heat barring down on you?
Sometimes, the scariest things are things we know are coming but have no way of preventing it.
Imagine the scale of stars for a moment.
It’s difficult, isn’t it? Thinking about stuff that big, out in solar systems that big, with so much emptiness between them?
Well, this story is not going to make that any easier.
We return to our silly story.
We return now to Charles.
It’s been many, many years since we last saw him. He’s changed a lot. Learned a lot. But his hatred for the Earth’s closest celestial body has not diminished in the slightest.
This is a silly story. There’s no way around that. It is a sci-fi tale, set in the far future, but it’s also pure comedy.
Hello, dear reader. Today’s story is another strange one. Another exploration of form and ideas.
I have a question for you, dear reader. A question of intent. Last time, I said that we would have a story without any blood. What did you think I meant by that?
