Mirio MellaAs I gathered my senses, I was gripped by the ominous feeling that a call in the dead of night inevitably triggers. That dread deepened as, rubbing my eyes, I saw Morticia flashing on my iPhone’s caller ID, the name my Uncle Mike and I used to jokingly refer to his humourless sister. I hadn’t spoken to her in over 18 months, so a 2 AM call from the perennial fun-sponge could only mean bad news.
Philip CharterNews about the production of an animated 21 Futures short where cyborg nodes fight to break the chain of lies holding their memories and souls hostage
Eduardo Prospero“We should have gone there instead,” Simon Derwall complained. His wife was furiously scrubbing a gigantic saucepan with a sponge, and the objection stopped her in her tracks. A deadly silence filled the air. She had explained this to him several times already.
Max HillebrandAspiring Surveillance agent Fabian Sixsmith, battles with his conscience as he is tasked with bringing down notorious Underworld rebel T1n4Red. A cypherpunk thriller set in future Montana.
Luciano RochaA dog day afternoon. Not the movie, obviously, but the day that Max was living. The siren rang in his ears, and the car rocked and juddered along at more than 80km per hour...
Will SchoellkopfMacaron returns, fluffs his white linen napkin, and takes his seat at their table, “Thank you, John, for extending my French people such great mercy as to be allowed to transact freely on the Bitcoin blockchain.” He extends his arm out towards a waiter, “Monsieur? Champagne for the three of us please!”
