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Flashes From the Verse: Bleed

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The words scraped along the lowest registers of the MESH, giving off enough distortion to rouse Mara from an idle daydream about the minibar back in her hotel room. She’d barely glanced at it when she checked in, but in the hours since, she’d imagined all sorts of wonderful spirits behind the pay-for-play glass door. Now the image of those gleaming bottles shimmered and broke down, replaced a...

Flashes From The Verse: The Scavengers of Matamoros

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Miguel bristled at the sudden interruption. He’d been hunched over the chassis of an MX soldado for almost an hour, trying like hell to remove its biochip without discharging any of the small but powerful capacitors. Hearing Frankie’s voice in the back of his skull wasn’t anything new, but the image he sent of dark clouds from in from Port Bagdad blotted out Miguel’s hands. For a moment, the...

Flashes from the Verse: Island Girl

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All morning, Isla had stared at the water collecting in the shallow basin at the front of the cave, imagining a complex series of pulleys and levers that could transport the water the five short feet to where the rock graded down toward the ocean. Cutting through the rock would be impossible—she couldn’t think of a tool capable of cutting something that hard—so the solution would have to be...

A Return to Anonymity

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I ran into an old friend earlier this week, and after we’d caught up, I asked him for his email address so we could stay in touch. When he told me it was thunderdog79@rocketmill.com (not his actual address), I thought it was some kind of joke. I pressed him on why he wasn’t using his full name with a reputable email provider, and he replied with a question: when did it become uncool to remain...

The Calle Cinco de Mayo Massacre

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Living in America means taking things for granted. We assume there will always be water to drink, food to eat, and electricity to keep the lights burning. We expect roads to be in good repair, buildings to remain standing, and VNet to keep humming along. But what happens when the foundation upon which we build our lives is shattered by an act of terrorism? What happens when we look to the sky and...

An Oral History of the Margate MESH

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The more things change, the faster they change. At no time in our history was that more true than in the years between 2018 and 2026 when America and most of the civilized world was almost brought to a technological standstill by a group of hackers who valued privacy over regulation and freedom over democratically elected control. This is the story of how the Margate MESH brought us to the brink...

The Rules of Ragatanga

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For boys Ricky’s age, the forty yard swim to the north bank wasn’t something to fear. For one, there was no danger of drowning since the depth of the river was only four feet at its lowest. Secondly, they would only have to swim half the distance before reaching the barrier, at which point they would join the rocks in limbo for a short time before resetting to a spawn point. They would lose their...

A Cry in the MESH

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Mornings in the store were quiet, with only one or two locals dropping by to fill up deisel drums for their ancient combines and tractors. Mid-day, Nelson rotated the stock in the coolers, tossing out the milk that had gone more than three weeks past its expiration date. He spent time cleaning the spotless floor, wiping down the untouched glass doors, and rearranging the undisturbed bags of chips...

The Coker Job

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Tanzy placed her hands on the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the Atlantic City boardwalk. From the 78th floor of the White Dragon Resort and Casino, the people below were mere specks on a thin band of polluted sand. Choppy water filled most of the view, stretching out into the distance under a blanket of twinkling stars. She pressed her forehead against the glass and tried to look...

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