Down at the Bottom of the Garden


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The AI was getting increasingly stressed. The lights flickered as it failed to retain its calm. "I just need you to watch the video again! Please!" it implored. Navid sighed. This was exasperating. The AI had been a reassuring presence when he first installed it. Now it was screeching about there being an intruder in the garden. "I can't; I'm going to be late." The front door locked and the security shutters engaged. "No! Please!" The AI's plaintive whine was pitched somewhere between a…

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Angels and Daemons


Book cover. A distorted Kraken appears on an old fashioned computer screen. Several hands type on distorted keyboards.

A few weeks ago, I was clearing out some ancient backup CDs and floppy disks from my attic when I made a curious discovery. Pressed between a copy of Windows ME and a box-fresh copy of the original Duke Nukem Forever, I found a scratched and decaying Compact Flash cart. It was sticky and oozing a rusty looking fluid. The writing on the label looked like my handwriting, but was illegible. I ordered a cable from some Shenzen manufacturer and, after much faffing about with drivers, I managed to…

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Revenge of the Mutant Algorithms! No Time To Speak


Book cover. A distorted Kraken appears on an old fashioned computer screen. Several hands type on distorted keyboards.

Saint Chibubalah held the unique distinction of being canonised by the Catholic Church before his death. Although it was undoubtedly an unprecedented honour, it was of very little use to him while stuck within the confines of a miserable cell. Technically, it wasn't a dungeon. The UN's special rapporteur had been given a tour of the Vatican's "facilities" and came to the conclusion that, despite the lack of sunlight, there were neither enough rats nor manacles to warrant further investigation. …

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Revenge Of The Mutant Algorithms - The Guerilla Information Team


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Throughout November I'll be releasing new weird sci-fi short stories. Each one is a campfire horror yarn, with a technological twist. Your feedback is highly appreciated. Everything you read is possible - there's no magic, just sufficiently advanced technology. Chapter 4 - The Guerilla Information Team The GITs didn't mean to cause all this trouble. It is just a sad fact the trouble seemed to follow all their dubiously-legal-but-morally-justified schemes. Jitney was first radicalised by a…

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Revenge of the Mutant Algorithms - Universal Soldier Bin


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I gently lowered my face into the autoshave. A hundred AI blades started re-sculpting my beard into this month's mandatory fashion. The snug rubber vacuum seal held tight against my skin while the microbots collected the discarded hairs and applied antiseptic to the few areas where the blades had misfired. Johanna, my partner, thought they collected the beard hairs so that they could run drug tests on them. It was that paranoia which made me love her all the more. Personally, I didn't worry…

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Revenge Of The Mutant Algorithms - The Myth of the Fall of Icarus


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Throughout November I'll be releasing new weird sci-fi short stories. Each one is a campfire horror yarn, with a technological twist. Your feedback is highly appreciated. Everything you read is possible - there's no magic, just sufficiently advanced technology. Chapter 2 - The Myth of the Fall of Icarus Icarus had quarrelled with his father the night before their inaugural flight. "Beware, my son" the ancient Daedalus intoned, "These wings are temporary. We may not make landfall." Icarus…

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Revenge Of The Mutant Algorithms! Are Memories Made Of This?


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Throughout November I'll be releasing new weird sci-fi short stories. Each one is a stand-alone story. Think of them as technological campfire horror yarns, each with a little twist. Your feedback is highly appreciated. Everything you read is possible - there's no magic, just sufficiently advanced technology. Chapter 1 - Are Memories Made Of This? "Holly, I don't mean to be rude but you're not my best friend any more!" That was the bullet which ripped through my world. A moment before the…

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