Ultra High - and the devil died screaming

After finishing my shower, I returned to the main floor. Despite feeling physically cleaner, my mind was still overwhelmed with trying to make sense of everything. Was any of this real? Or was I trapped in some type of alternate reality that I couldn

I was never one for exercise, not understanding its purpose. However, mandatory health checks and bio-surveillance forced me to maintain a reasonable level of physical fitness, despite my poor diet and addictions. To meet these requirements, I had a

The days I cherished most were the ones where I completely immersed myself in the creative process. When I entered "the zone," as they say. Time felt slower, almost standing still, and during that time I was consumed by the art and science of designi

When I was deeply immersed in my creative process, interruptions were not welcome. While I didn't need complete silence, I preferred to be left alone and undisturbed. That's why I designed my studio as an impenetrable fortress, fortified with reinfor

Although I occasionally went to the office to work, I preferred creating from the comfort of my home, where silence and solitude allowed for uninterrupted daydreaming that often sparked my creativity. To me, daydreaming was just as important in today

“Why did you start doing what you do now?”

They were up early again making something in the kitchen. No doubt to placate me after I walked off the other evening.

There was coffee freshly made so I thought I would play along for now. I stepped out ont

“Do you think The Singularity could ever really happen?” they asked while they kicked back with their feet up on my front porch.

“How do you know it hasn’t already?” I counter-offered.

“Do you not think we would know?” 

“Well, if this was a simulatio

The 1% used to be the stuff of conspiracy theories—until it became our reality. The theorists suddenly had increased credibility, but unfortunately for us this only occurred when it was too late. The 1% were guaranteed safety while the rest of us fac

It's incredible, in a world where most people are tucked away in virtual conversations, that those living in physical reality have so little to offer each other in terms of contact. I hadn't had human intimacy for two decades and thought it would nev

My desk phone was blaring out its shrill ring. I detested these contraptions, and outdated technology in the digital age. It meant someone wanted to talk to me and it was usually a human- something I had zero interest in. I stared at it, wishing it

They sidled up next to me while I rested my feet on a tree stump that served as a makeshift footstool and said, "You've seen them too, haven't you?" I knew what they were talking about already, so I didn't bother to ask. As I took a sip of whiskey, t

I took a drag from the pre-rolled cigarette with Premium 9.1.80, preparing for the effects to kick in soon. I knew I shouldn't have been smoking this kind of stuff in my bedroom, but I wanted some time alone; a place to lie down and wander through my

"They," the Devil corrected me.

"What?"

“You need to say ‘they’ not ‘she’, because God is not gend

 

Had they put somethi

My glass was about to reach my mouth when the question came out of nowhere. “Yes, I suppose,” I said.

“You suppose?”

“Well, it's like any other job. Sometimes it's interesting or even creative, other times it can