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A light novella with eight beautiful AI-generated images, two likable protagonists and two significant plot-twists

My favorite quote:"Pirates of the Caribbean in a Mad Max setting if Quentin Tarantino did the dialog." Enter a dynamic world with deep lore and interesting characters, build on an understanding of sociology and history alike. As critic Rachel Rowlands put it, "I want to say how much I loved reading this – there was so much to enjoy here."

Despite being trapped in the limbo of this place, there had been a life she had lived before coming here, and there was a life she would live after she left. It was just a matter of surviving until that day came.

The year is 2121 and the Earth has endured a catastrophic century of global pandemics, conflict, and climate change. All international borders are closed, and the United Kingdom is no more. There is only ‘New Britain’ — a privately-run country governed by Aloysius Kroll, the enigmatic CEO of the megacorp ‘Kaoteck’.

A hundred years from now, everything you know will be gone.

Desa Kincaid has spent the last ten years in pursuit of a man whose experiments have killed over a dozen people.

Ghosts trail after us. They are our fears and the shape of our hates. We bring them into our lives and into our homes.

Desa Kincaid set out to save her world from the machinations of a madman. She failed.

Peter Valois is about to make history. A scientist on a hot project, his days consist of recording brains and sending the files into robots for "conditioning". His plan is to use the results to fix their behavior, and then use the same method with humans.

Don't vote for a party or a politician. Vote for what you really want: your personal changing set of values! Let technology worry about the details for you.

She tried to make sense of what she saw. Neither the sounds nor the shapes fit anything familiar. The only thing that came to mind were the echoes of a bad dream. It was a constantly moving landscape of shadows and colors coming at her, through her, in waves. The sounds were vibrating in dull throbs that almost appeared solid, like ripples on a pond. “Are you talking to me?” She shouted as though contending with a loud din. The voices stopped. The forms shimmered as if she was seeing them through a wall of water. They were around her, dozens of them. No, that’s not right. Only a few. They were drawing toward her, their attention focused on her. One began to gesture. A voice returned, deep and gruff, then sweet, tinny, a series of fluctuating modulations. It was pointing at her. It had seen her.

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