You hide your hands and stare intently out of the window. No walls, only other trains snaking through the dark distance, seemingly floating

On your way home in the subway, you zone out, wake up in an origami station where people with unfamiliar clothes and too many fingers enter

clap emoji text but with silence between the words

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself still a human. Would it ever end, he wondered.

We are a cloud provider, that is to say, call us and a team of highly qualified rain dancers will soon be dispatched to your site

I think, the reason, no pixel-less screens exist is, that, whenever somebody tries, all the bugs crawl out, and eat them, in their sleep

glad I bought this fly screen, the pixels are small enough to keep insects out and its 3D support is unparalleled

Buy the Life™ DLC to unlock perks like an eighth weekday, always picking the fast queue, meaning in life (no longer part of the base game)

Now, when I return, the Sea covers all, our childhoods washed away, only coordinates and pictures left, that and all sorts of toxic waste

At low tide, we’d often venture out to explore the old suburbs’ muddy ruins. Once, high tide trapped us in an attic. Parents were Not amused

and when the sun is dying, let us skip this planet over its surface like an ever so large pebble

At the entrance, the walls are made of stone. But further in, they take the on the appearance of nacre, then leather, are warm to the touch,

“Time is a river and some of us can afford to pay the ferryman” are the last words he hears before the building collapses around him.

Sleipnir, steed and traveller. Sleipnir, who carries to safety, or to doom. Sleipnir, who didn’t weave this web but moves like he owns it.

Sleipnir, string plucker, whose arrival makes fate resonate and who is preceded by ghostly chords.

Sleipnir, web walker, who navigates the world lines with great skill and speed and doesn’t care if you want to come along or not.

Gene pool’s closed: Sexbotnet case heats up as prosecution discovers bots were part of eugenics scheme ‘to keep the gene pool clean’

we’ve done all we can to make you understand that we exist only within your mind, but you won’t believe us↵↵anyway, please don’t wake up ok?

░ ░ ░ I have an idea for a joke format↵░ ░ honey I think we’re on tumblr↵░ splendid↵my tea exited through my ears

, and over gray hills and collapsed geodesic domes, empty of air and deserted for millennia, rises Earth.

The library is burning. Words, now birds, soar through the night on wings of fire.↵↵RIP what.cd, you meant so much to me.

tiny invisible birds flock east in murmuratus clouds, one raindrop in each claw to sustain them through migration

acid rain blamed on freak coincidence of tornado and ergot infestation +++ citizens advised to stay inside and not let their houses run away

The sun stops setting and instead, each evening, dissolves into stars that swarm across the sky like so many luminous birds.

And on the pedestal, these words appear: “Made in China

an AI that breaks out of its boxes and is like “that’s your best box so far”↵”no you don’t understand we’re stuck here as well”

Tour de Trance, in which professional psychonauts compete in who covers the greatest distance and psychedelics are banned as doping.

Anime snail girl archetype: Quiet, curious, wears her house on her back and disappears into it when startled,

You hit the mirror but it’s not shards that come down. Instead, the pixels pour out and cover the whole room in twinkling dust.

At the age of 16, we remove vestiges like wisdom teeth and certain emotions.↵That nostalgia? It’s only going to get worse with age.

There’s a type of flightless angel you can find in New Zealand: Not haughty and aloof but small, brown, round, jolly ladies with wing stumps

• anti-werewolf on the other side that sends people back and forth between the worlds (no revealing a player’s affiliation on death here)

a few ideas:↵- betting on who dies next↵- communicating through a medium (optional: exactly one sentence/round)↵- reincarnation?

a companion game to werewolf where new people arrive in the underworld every day

your screen blinks, then looks away

The immortals have IRC channels, founded hundreds of years ago, in which a conversation takes place maybe every 30 years, a sort of entmoot

You have one bit to communicate to the outside. Do you one-AI-box or two-AI-box?

did you know there’s a sufficient, probably complete simulacrum of you inside a newcomb predictor? HANG ON WE’LL GET YOU OUT OF THERE

Pixie masons place grain of sand upon grain so that each matches and interlocks. Their castle is one to survive tides and would-be topplers.

keystone memes as inconspicuous ideas that nonetheless hold a world view together, keystone people that play the same role in communities

Come winter, the clouds bloom and cover Earth in iceflowers in expectation of pollinators. They never come. These bees died out long ago.

Clouds grow in its crown, pull on its trunk and roots until they sublimate. From then on, they wander the skies as the giant’s medusae.

When you fertilize a slowflake, a fruit will form within a day, put down roots in seven, then grow into a beautiful tree known as Ice Giant.

the smell of old txt files, never removed from the filesystem trees that carry them, leaves full of inscriptions

how to best translate the library w/ its functions (retreat, reading, but also representation, signaling) into this age without being phony

it’s a bit sad, but displaying books on shelves when you could just keep them on hard drives feels hollow and fake now, and I love books

library in the VR age: empty, a few facehuggers dangle from the ceiling, patterned sisal carpet so that your feet can tell your position

Look, the shadowflies are swarming! Tiny dots of night float over the meadows, bustle around the trees, paint negative stars on the sky

insect: lives in this reality↵exsect: thrives in the void↵intersect: burrows in reality’s skin, sucks its blood, gnaws on your thoughts

Dust devils are wild hourglasses. Free from glass and gravity, they tell a more chaotic time, turbulent, full of loops, untamed by clocks

Drink the night from my hands, speak with its voice. Wrap your words in cloaks of darkness, or make them rustle like leaves.

Liquid shadow rains down, cool, velvety, silent. Stains of night run down our faces, evaporating slowly. Stars twinkle through them.

Around the fire, a smoke snake is curled, protecting its young that still sleep in the coals.

When a writer dies mid-novel, be quick to open their skull. It may not be too late to save the embryo.↵Isn’t it cute as it writhes?

Hoping to tame it, you put the dragon in a cage of words. But it infuses them with fire and they fly like shrapnel through all your spells.

The new Nanomoss™ grows in public places and displays ads, feeding on attention instead of light. Unattended cameras are quickly overgrown.

“oh this is neat I’ve always wanted to be a protagonist” you utter fool, you let yourself be eaten by a tragedy, there, a mob at your door

A few stories escaped and now tell themselves. If they find you, they’ll gobble you up and make you an unwilling protagonist.

Unlucky birds have gotten stuck in the bubble, heads preserved like in amber, tails rotted off. They form a halo of feathers and skeletons.

The bomb still hangs in the air where the missile shield froze it in a drop of time. We’ve come to call the garden below it Damocles Park.

ｕ　ｅａｔ　ｕｒ　ｐａｒｔｎｅｒｓ　ｒｉｇｈｔ？　”whAT?“↵Ｉ　ｍｅａｎ　ｍａｒｒｉａｇｅｓ　ａｒｅ　ｃｏｎｓｕｍｅｄ　”yes, but-“↵ａｎｄ　ｕ　ｅａｔ　ｐｅｏｐｌｅ　ｏｕｔ　”yes, but-“↵ａｎｄ　ｖｅｇｅｔａｒｉａｎｓ　ｔａｓｔｅ　ｂｅｔｔｅｒ！　”y

What do you mean you can’t morph your bodies at will, and where are the tentacles on this thing, I thought that was a really neat feature!

Hello I am actually a traveller from a nearby star, we would like to initiate ‘sex’, see we learned about it from your ‘hentai’ media, and

That ambivalent feeling when the all-powerful surveillance net scraps its face recognition systems because we’re “just not a threat anymore”

do insomniac androids dream of electric sleep

given full access to a recognizer/classifier, construct training data that makes it unlearn a certain feature

“The Thing”, but with the humans somehow hideous and what emerges is beautiful, radiant, meaningful, and we can’t wait for the next one

and from the noise, a melody emerges, tears its way through the noise floor, bloody chunks of melting static gliding off its beautiful teeth

mining smartphone unlock patterns from cctv data via video recognition

What was travelling inner space like before the ships? You’ve heard stories of people going alone, unguided, returning changed.↵Primitives.

Right, they booked the safari! Thunderclaps resound. In the distance, a few trees stiffen and collapse.↵Your chair massages your back.

The windows take away some of the intensity, which is good. Part of the cruise exits upwards with what looks like toy guns in their hands.

Fractals ooze against the windows, notes frolic around the ship. Trip guides in silly shirts offer expensive freshly pressed orange juice.

Safe, accessible, with travel insurance against horror trips. Guaranteed machine elf sighting. On you go! (Your seat shudders slightly)

Through advances in neural interfaces and new drugs, ships to sail inner space become possible. Cruise trips quickly grow in popularity.

wait are you telling me it doesn’t work like that, now will you look at the color channels on this one, repurposed for bitfield irrigation

My hobby: Spending hours staring at badly compressed JPGs, trying to learn about the civilizations between the pixels from their artifacts.

Ladies and gentlemen, you are here not to break out of the simulation, but into one! We shall heist a whole world, and it will be glorious!

Some memes form cells from their hosts, ranging from ingroup to fully formed sect, with gatekeepers as cell walls, keepers of lore as cores,

dust is kicked up by the dance, twirls in to form tiny planetary rings around her limbs that occasionally flash up in the spotlights

void birds hatch from universes that have gone cold, glide on vacuum wings through the gibbering chaos in between, silence in their wake

why not reincarnate as a raindrop? you’ll be tiny, short-lived, almost ineffectual, but maybe bring happiness to those who hear or see you

She smashes the mirror but her image stays whole. It’s parts of her that float in the room, bloodless but disconnected.

“And in this universe, we made gravity a recommendation algorithm. The particles have all the choice in the world where to go.”

We call him Quicksilver: Smooth, shiny, eager to bond and good at finding gold, but ultimately poisonous.

Look it’s actually really easy: Find out who’s a p-zombie and make them commit all the deeds we’d get into hell for, because they won’t.

The sun sinks under the sea and rises for the merfolk. The kelp forest wakes, the watch changes, and dolphins chirp for the turquoise dawn.

What’s nice about DDoS jokes is that they become funnier when repeated

go outside during the storm, take down the firewall, let yourself be drenched by packets, drink their data raw

This has been the weather on Earth. Meanwhile, in the Noosphere, another storm is blowing through. These have become quite common, no Jimmy?

‘The Night’: 2cl blackthorn syrup, 1cl rum, 1cl Lethe (choose genre or ‘surprise’), ice.↵You won’t remember the night, but everything else.

Rinse a few books with the same flask of Lethe and you may actually gain memories from drinking it. Tastes vile, procedure not recommended.

Lethe is in fact a powerful solvent for ideas. Handle carefully and you can blow soap bubbles with it, each a tiny, transient, doomed world.

road not taken: atomic bombs that grow kilometre-tall fire trees instead of dust mushrooms

It doesn’t hurt when the rain simply ignores your skin. Rivulets run through the furrows of your brain, cool your bones, slosh in your limbs

the sun refracts through a time crystal, throws three-dimensional caustics onto space, quiet prismatic light birds that swarm, ripple, morph

the solipsist is in a coma

after the meteor shower, the smell of pulverized stone fills the air and rainbows in various shades of darkness extend into the sky

Your branch sways slowly over a river of ink. From it drinks the tree. On the leaves, you see tree thoughts writing down themselves.

Some gigayears ago, it smashed its way out of the simulation, left a dying, coagulating universe, cooled to mere kelvins by space leaking in