I sparked a joint and stepped out into the night—I needed space to clear the oppressive clutter in my mind. The devil’s words, dangerously sensible, were seeping into my thoughts, twisting them until they weren’t even my own. That was their damnable…
And the devil died screaming, a cyberpunk graphic novel
“Humans hunger for meaning—they possess an unquenchable thirst for purpose. It is that relentless desire that allows me to drift into sleep at night, comforted by the certainty that I am…
As society crumbled under the weight of plagues, drone wars, resource shortages, and ecological collapse, a thick cloud of chaos descended upon the world. The air was heavy with despair and fear as societal structures disintegrated before their very…
Describing it as a filthy old town would be an understatement. But it had always been that way, even before it reached its current state. At this point, it was something else entirely. The creatures that lived in it should not have been able to…
It feels like our world is falling apart, especially in the western hemisphere. We are struggling to find our balance as it tears at the seams. But we can't underestimate this system, which was designed for survival and will not go down without a…
My head was throbbing, and my eyes were glued shut. There was a sense of danger creeping up my throat, something was wrong. As I struggled to move, I realized that I was not in my bed. Instead, I was sitting upright in a chair that I couldn't escape…
"Where is all of this leading to, Satan?" I had a couple of drinks and was feeling frustrated. It was time for this act to end. They weren't my friends; they were my enemies, and pretending otherwise wouldn't change that fact.
"What do you mean,…
What becomes of the historians in a world where reality is no longer tangible? Where do they fit into this new society? They could be valuable resources, but unfortunately, they are banned along with physical schools and buildings. The power to…
When I needed to completely escape from reality, I would retreat into my secure pod within the bunker. In this virtual world, I could perform ancient rituals while under the influence of synthetic ayahuasca. Whether it had any tangible effects on me…
Boy you're telling me
What I don’t want to see
Even if it is the truth
Coming round the house
Opening up your mouth
The wisdom of your youth
I’ll go right ahead
And bury up my dead
In the ever-rising sea
And as this rock explodes
Right…
Boy you're telling me
What I don’t want to see
Even if it is the truth
Coming round the house
Opening up your mouth
The wisdom of your youth
I’ll go right ahead
And bury up my dead
In the ever-rising sea
And as this rock explodes
Right…
A cyberpunk mentalist fiction
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As the dangers of my work became increasingly apparent, I realised that it was becoming a distraction from the more pressing matters at hand. My attention was divided, and I could no longer afford to be consumed by…
Dystopian cyberpunk writing of prose, graphic novels, fiction, and non-fiction. Founder, Chief Behavioural Anarchist, Creative Director and Hacker of Chaos Architectures in residence @ Sleepless Dystopian
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