Found this in my notes. Wrote it about a year ago, never did anything with it.
Post-future dystopian city. In a state of perpetual gang warfare. The major players are Microsoft, who has bribed most of the government, Apple, who manufacturers various gadgets, and the underground Linux Mafia.
Also making an appearance are the GNU anarchist terrorists, the many faces of 4chan, facebook (system used by the government to track down and spy on everyone), Digg and Reddit (this universe’s version of the Crips and the Bloods) and many, many other other Internet cultures and software fanboys.
This is a place where “Flame War” means something involving napalm. GIMP users do drive-by shootings on Photoshoppers. Zune die-hards break into apple warehouses looking for secret plans to the ultimate mobile media device, only to be wiped out by Apple’s iKill security defences.
Dell manufacturers hunter-killer robots. Though most of their robots run Windows, Dell has begun to preload some of them with Linux. This severely strained their relationship with Microsoft, to the point where Microsoft moved a battalion of troops to the Microsoft/Dell border. In an effort to placate their Ally, Dell launched an advertising campaign with the slogan “Dell recommends Windows: Killer Edition for your Deathbot 9000.”
The Industrial district of the city is is ruins, made that way by the never ending war between Intel and AMD. Tanks and infantry roam the streets. NVidia and ATI fight over the scraps. Giant automated factories are hidden underground, producing deathbot after deathbot. Well known military researcher Gordon Moore predicts that due to the rate of technological advancement, wars will be fought with giant mechs soon. Everyone concurs that this will be awesome.
Published at
10:09 pm on
April 20, 2010 in
writing.
Wrote this a while back, while testing out Write or Die.
“This sucks,” thought James, as he blew the head off yet another zombie.
It had all started two days ago, when Obama’s health-care plan took a turn for the worse and started bringing the dead back to life. The country — perhaps even the world — was completely overrun. Only small pockets of survivors were left, like the one James was with. But they were close to the end, having run low on all their supplies. Including bullets, James was reminded as he reached for a shotgun shell but only touched air. He swore, dropped the shotgun, and drew his Mateba Auto Revolver.
The survivors were holed up in a coffee shop — not Starbucks, because even in the middle of a zombie apocalypse none of them were that desperate. No, this was a small, independent place called Coffee of Doom. The proprietor had succumbed to the infection a few hours back — and, as she was the only one who knew how to work the fancy coffee machines, they were almost out of caffeine.
James was standing near the window — or, rather, where the window used to be. Floor to ceiling glass walls don’t last very long around the undead. Speaking of which, another zombie appeared across the street, howled, and charged. James sighted his .45 calibre weapon, squeezed the triger gently. The monsters head exploded.
“If only they were Romero zombies,” James wished for the thousandth time. “But no, that Zack fucker had to go and do a remake…”
Published at
8:23 pm on
September 8, 2009 in
Life and writing.
I just found a folder on an ancient hard drive containing the beginings of a couple of stories. It kinda depresses me, because I haven’t tried writing anything in, like, forever, man.
This one is date-stamped November of 2006. I don’t know what I was smoking at that time, but I should get some more.
The spider queen Lilath stood tall, surveying the ruins of the overrun human settlement. Here and there, small skirmishes still raged between her fearsome warriors of the Tarantula caste and what was left of the town’s guard. She chewed a leg (the only remaining part of a luckless farmer) and wondered which of the three insect kingdoms would respond first to her intrusion their territory. She suspected it would be the bees, as they had just recently cemented a deal with the flies (a species that claimed no place as their home, choosing instead to wander as mercenaries) that would effectively double their air, and consequently scouting, superiority. Lilath finished the leg and smacked her lips appreciatively. Fresh meat had always been a delicacy in the underground caverns she, and most other spiders, grew up in.
But that time was coming to an end…
Half an hour later, the spider queens’ guess proved correct as a fly scout dropped from above and bounced to halt a respectful distance away from Lilath.
“Wait here,” it buzzed, in a very bad imitation of the common language. “More come soon!” Then it launched itself back into the sky and soon disappeared from sight.
Lilath briefly wondered whom the queen would send, and then dismissed the thought as unimportant. No matter who it was, the outcome would be the same – they would either bend to her will, or be destroyed.
aaaaand that’s all. I’ll post the other stories soon.
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