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[ Pain is an illusion of the senses, despair an illusion of the mind. ]
Steam Draft 194R30 - 'Best to ignore the stare of the woman across the way. Best to ignore that you keep spotting her wherever you roam. Whether intimidation or something else, it was better to ignore it.//carpe-diem
Patreon Draft 195R30 - The day would begin and end with the faint orange light drifting from one horizon to the next. She never noticed the sight of it though, merely the coming and going of sacred darkness.//carpe-diem
Steam Draft 196R30 - It'd be better if she didn't know the truth. If she didn't know how close things were to coming undone. That the problem was already out in the wild. It'd be easier if she wasn't afraid.//carpe-diem
Patreon Draft 197R30 - Alleys smelled like hell on nights like this. No one truly knew where the sulphur and brimstone was coming from, but the 'heads knew it was probably something better left alone.//carpe-diem
Steam Draft 198R29 - Flowing yellow silk and paint draped over the walls, forming a decadent image of a rotting king upon a rotting throne. Bleached wood nailed into the concrete formed antlers upon his brow.//carpe-diem
Patreon Draft 199R30 - It had always been a simple excuse to him, when she approached. She was too alluring to ignore. To forget. Even as she slowly killed him. But, he couldn't find it in himself to care.//carpe-diem
Steam Draft 200R30 - Voices rang out from the depths of the tunnels. Whispers of friends and family, telling of eternity. Stories of men burning in gas and oil fires while tanks rolled through neighbourhoods.//carpe-diem
Patreon Draft 201R30 - In those brief flickers of fading thought, his brain cycled through memories of times with old friends, and family, but in the end mostly strangers. He could still hear the whispers.//carpe-diem
Steam Draft 202R30 - She's watching us all. Those were the murmurs of the cultists. Before we were born, as we walked the earth, and on the other side of mortality. She was waiting eternally for us to slip.//carpe-diem
Patreon Draft 203R30 - Hard enough to stay sane as it was in a city like this, before throwing the masked bastards into the mix. Tried to stop fixating on the mess. But, it was harder than it should've been.//carpe-diem
Steam Draft 204R20 - In those brief moments little else mattered. His eyes followed the short little motions in the drifting fog of perfume and neon that suffused everything. He couldn't see much else.//carpe-diem
Patreon Draft 205R30 - Everything falls. The ideas of permanence and control were simple illusions of the state, which is how Ohio became as it was in the first place. One order replaced another.//carpe-diem
Steam Draft 206R30 - Peeling the layers of societal masking back so you can see the rot, shows the truth however. What lives underneath the façade is the unvarnished reality of our civilization.//carpe-diem
Patreon Draft 207R30 - Deep in the cracks, where the insects thrive. You can smell the end of our little everything. One order to replace another. The buzzing of hives leaking into our culture. Slow invasion.//carpe-diem
Steam Draft 208R30 - It wasn't built to last. The cracks in the façade have already begun showing. The rot was bubbling to the surface. The bugs are crawling out of their nests and into our homes.//carpe-diem
Patreon Draft 209R30 - Cloying perfume choked the air, dust filtered along, and obnoxious lighting coated the whole street. Night in, night out, it was slowly destroying him to stand there watching it all.//carpe-diem
Steam Draft 210R30 - Your purpose is simple. As cold and dark as the corridors may be, as you pass the murmurs in the pitch black guided only by the flickers of the robed man in front of you. Simple.//carpe-diem
Patreon Draft 211R30 - 'Shovel was barely getting through the soil. Almost felt like the guy had poured something over the cache. Nothing seemed off about it otherwise. Whole area felt like baked red clay.//carpe-diem
Wire Draft 133R30 - If you hear a child crying in the darkness. The natural inclination is to check on them, whether your own child or someone else's. That's a natural response our brains have to that sound. But, what if it wasn't even a child at all though?//wire-TerrorInTheStatic-251010
Wire Draft 134R30 - Listen up, PotHeads— 'neath the Halcyon overpass by the pawnshop with the busted neon E, Auntie Rosa’s throwing out old catfish and rice—seniors get extra if you can hum any old early 2ks OS startup jingle. Bring a clean jar: and yes, that means boiled water.//Potluck-99.3FM
Wire Draft 135R31 - For any heads feelin' fancy, the night-shift bakery on Darius and 11th is bagging misshapes at two. Tap twice at the back, say 'radio pie,' and take one bag per head. Do NOT queue near the alley with the big green lips 'less you want your ass eaten by a pit bull.//Potluck-99.3FM
Wire Draft 136R31 - Y'all, the blue canopy at Gamble by the mandu stalls shaved their scale light by six ounces last week. Ask for a cold weigh and keep your damn eyes on the needle. If they pussy out just name P-O-T-motherfuckin'-LUCK ON-AIR and watch them piss discounts like rain.//Potluck-99.3FM
Wire Draft 137R31 - Sending out a pantry ping here for 104c, Eastside, Bronson. Door with the taped smiley: single dad, two toddlers. Needs 3L water, diapers size 4, no soy proteins pretty please and thank you; drop at the mat and ring once, walk away. We'll do the talking. Cheers.//Potluck-99.3FM
Wire Draft 138R31 - This is the Bexley Wake, reading tonight's neighbourhood roll. Truckfreak Curtis: double-tap behind the ear. Glassboy: compactor crush at the dump. Maritza: hot shot, fentanyl cut too strong. Unknown male, red shoelaces: exposure in a cold stairwell. God bless you all.//BxlyWake
Wire Draft 139R31 - This is the Bexley Wake. Tonight's unclaimed: male, halo tattoo behind left ear, GDX loyalty tag looped on belt, canvas shoes with hand-painted cherries. Female, two front golds, chipped right canine, glass-marble bracelet. Are any of these yours? The line is open.//BxlyWake
Wire Draft 140R31 - If you can hear this broadcast, can you please tell me? Wernicke street and 9th street. Do you know where it is? Does anybody know what happened there? I know I'm crazy, look I know, but I can't find it. I can't find it please. Do you remember? Does anyone remember?//see.u32
Wire Draft 141R31 - Can you hear me? I know the people who listen to this nonsense can hear me. Recordings or live, someone's always watching these channels. I need you all to do me a favour, and confess your fears to the static. I already know them, but it would be nice.//wire-NowhereToHide-251018
Wire Draft 142R31 - Normalized violence. Glorified depravity. Entropy worshipped. The struggling exploited. The oppressors elevated. Cold, hard, capital dictating destiny. Escapism over healing. Cinci is still alive. Thanks to the humble servants of this city. We, saints. In this grotesque world, it is fucking punk to be kind!//LittleBear
Wire Draft 143R32 - Message to the receiver. Hope for an answer someday. Callsign 111 222 111. Channel clear. I'm afraid to lose myself, to lose control. Are these memories real? How much have I forgotten? How much of me is really me? How can I know myself if I no longer remember who I am? Don't leave me here. Don't leave me alone in the darkness.//BadSignal
Wire Draft 144R32 - I'm afraid of me. Can't know for sure, my brain's become a tangled mess, but I think it's always been me. There are wretched things in this place. Some of them look like people. Feels like I could be one of the worst, if I only let go. I just want to be a good girl.//Bedfiend
Wire Draft 145R32 - Life is a transformative experience. From birth to death, we are a link in a great many chains. We push and pull against that, and sometimes we break them entirely in that struggle. But, not all of them. Never truly. We consume and feed along the way.//wire-NextHumanPhase-251022
Wire Draft 146R32 - How long do you think you'd last against a truly organised Tower patrol, out in the Badlands? Most people would think it's hard to figure out. Think they'd last longer than they actually would. Some'd just admit they'll lay down. But really we'll all.//wire-ThreeTwentyNine-251023
Wire Draft 147R32 - It's hard enough in this age to truly find a reason to care. At least that's a view of someone who's outlived his generation by a few decades. Soil's burned out, water's abandoned the land, children are growing feral. Where does it go from here?//wire-NoReason-251024
Wire Draft 148R32 - One year bleeding into the next with no sense of pause or notability. Flag burned, compound looted, and the government doesn't care. Didn't matter that we'd paid our taxes, and we're entitled to them sending their mercenaries to deal with this.//wire-ShatteredBanners-251025
Wire Draft 149R32 - Some head once told me that violence is the only universal language. I dunno. Is it? Some people only write it, some people only read it. Maybe it's more like code. Data. Engraving your will into a drive, whether or not it wants you to. You execute either way.//wire-Burntout-251026
Wire Draft 150R32 - Voices in the dark will be the least of our worries. Static upon static. Whispers, colours, and the eternity between the blank lines in our city. Colour upon colour. Whispers of the end eating into common thought. Stolen tongues. Lies behind your own eyes.//wire-Voices-251027
Steam Rewrite 152 - A small humming filled her as little flickers of data filtered through her mind. A melody of thoughts and sensations that were subtle, but far too obvious once she was used to them. The little paranoia.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 153 - 'Days only seemed to get hotter year after year. But the oncoming inferno didn't mean people could simply stop their work. The temperature just meant that they all had to find ways to adapt to it.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 154 - Between the gaudy colours, and the fog that seemed to drift through day by day and night by night, the delirious nature of the experience was a good thing. No one likes the smell of their own reality.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 155 - 'Wasting her time or just waiting for business to finally come? Sitting for hours after the contact was supposed to be here was grating. Wheels were always in motion and her time was still precious.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 156 - He often wondered why they built a dump on this end. Must have been here before the wall. Otherwise, with the Border now they'd have to have a better way of dealing with their trash by now, right?//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 157 - Dust slowly filtered down from their movement. Last floor to check for the target. Last floor to clear before they owned the place finally. The bugger was standing between them and their payoff.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 158 - Steam drifted past him as he walked down the busy road. Trucks loaded cargo and workers continually rushed by him. He had to adjust his mask. 'Didn't want any of them recognising him from the bulletins.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 159 - The cold gradually filtered down his throat. Eyes closed, as flickering warmth crackled before him and warmed his flesh. He tried to ignore the off taste and the pain in his joints. Just for now.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 160 - A wise man would have stayed in the city, rather than walking into the Badlands to threaten him. The deal was perfect before the buyer got an ego about it, thinking a gun was the same as haggling.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 161 - She gripped the piece in her hands tiredly. Each component needed to be checked and rechecked. She needed to be sure it was clean, oiled, and ready for when it was needed. Her life depended on it.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 162 - The roads felt dead early in the morning. Outside the border, in a nearly abandoned mess of hovels and tin shacks the people still living there had little reason to sprint about so early. Made it easy.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 163 - It was better to watch than participate when it came to studying the people coming through the gates. Gloves and masks only protected someone so much, considering what he needed to check on them.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 164 - Every step felt like a crawl to her as she sprinted down the old corridors of the building. Every breath felt like it would be her last. She knew she could be cut down by a stray round at any second.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 165 - Some people shouldn't be crossed. The unstable kind of person perpetually on the edge of cutting someone apart for fun in some back alley where no one would hear her scream. She'd crossed a line.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 166 - Some things never went out of style. Technology was not a straight line, and networks becoming unreliable meant landlines were a sane choice once again. Booths came back 'cause they never went away.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 167 - Streets weren't safe at night. Lit or not. Because the streets weren't safe during the day either. There was always someone looking for prey, and if there wasn't a herd, then you were always prey.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 168 - She quickly ground her heels on the street with every little step. Little malfunctions kept troubling her mind and body as she moved. Knee to floor, the prosthetics were always a moment from failing.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 169 - Info for info was a common trade between the two of them. Cash almost felt unprofessional by comparison. Beneath them. He examined the spike and took him for his word. Trust was already earned.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 170 - Slow, quiet rhythms could be heard over the bustle down in the tunnels below the apartment complex. Another subculture had overwhelmed the area once again. At least this one was quieter than the last.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 171 - Every click would need to be investigated. Every part and every mechanism needed to work flawlessly. Every pull of the trigger needed to be perfect when the time came for her to finally use it.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 172 - The day had been too long for her. The wait pointless and their prize worthless. Her anger felt justified in the end. The question is, how badly was he going to come out of this mess afterwards?//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 173 - After the bombs went off, the rent-a-cops were still standing unlike the insurgents. The victims in the end were not the anarchists, but the people pulled into the carnage in a split second by them.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 174 - You could always be better. Stronger. Faster. Smarter. That's what he thought every time he went under the knife, seeking some new boon that would set him apart from everyone else. It didn't truly work.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 175 - The sound of crackling in the distance, mixed with scents of burnt flesh and gasoline, was somehow worse than the gunfire in those short moments. She couldn't ignore the reality of that smell.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 176 - Short, subtle beats were punctuated with slick agony. The ware shut that down as soon as it began, but he still acknowledged it in those brief moments of struggle between the two of them and the knife.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 177 - Keep your eyes on the prize. That was perhaps his last conscious thought before he hit the ground. There was little comprehension behind his cold dead eyes as he finally went dark and slowly bled.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 178 - Every click and clack as he stepped on the concrete was a reminder of how badly he'd screwed himself. His bones were now as cracked as the sidewalk after he had to be dragged out of the minefields.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 179 - It wasn't important who the target was. Or, what was in the target's briefcase. Or, why the client needed them to grab it. It was better not to ask questions when your job was committing theft.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 180 - The moment lingered perhaps a little too long for anyone's comfort. He felt the blood dripping down onto his forehead long before he saw the flying carcass falling towards him from the upper levels.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 181 - Ignore the smell, ignore the sight of the graffiti, and ignore the ever present decay. Focus on the actual threats. Keep people out. 'Wasn't your job to bother with what was already down here.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 182 - Professionals shouldn't ask questions. They don't ask about where the money came from. Or the name of the real client. Just take the money, do the job, and go home after. Safer to think of it that way.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 183 - Every step felt like a crawl. Every movement from them like a waiting fatality. No one could trust one another. At least, that's how he felt about them. The boss felt otherwise of course. Foolish.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 184 - In the cold of the alleys, all he could feel in those brief moments were restlessness. The short prick of a needle followed by euphoria. Then as his heart beat, the rush of oncoming violence followed.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 185 - Little thoughts tugged at her about her choices. The gang. None of them wanted to die of old age. Not really. Their whole lifestyle was made for them to burn twice as bright and die in the inferno.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 186 - Six hours in the heat. Now, another two hours to go. She just had to focus on anything other than the heat right now. But she couldn't hear herself think over the murmur of the crowds around her either.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 187 - He had trouble seeing through the smoke. 'Eyes were burning from the sheer amount of poison in the air. 'Friends were looking like ghosts in the fog lit up by little more than the flickering orange.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 188 - Stinking fog filled the corridors through the old arcology that night. 'Sights of old flickering blue lights mingled with the steam, oil fumes, scents of spice, and choking fumes from a generator.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 189 - The package could've been her ticket to freedom. Could've been. But, the documents inside weren't what she asked for. What should've been data on her target, was instead directed legal papers.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 190 - Some grew up fast. Their minds unlike other children were sharper, more predatory, and all the more capable in a world not built for the meek. Kids like that were the ones who survived the streets.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 191 - It was best not to interfere with their procession. That's what they all had to tell themselves. Wasn't their place to question, or more importantly it wasn't like anyone could get in their way.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 192 - Pulse was wavering and the diagnostics were coming back full of errors. Bad code perhaps was her thought when subjects hit the ground. Should've lasted long enough to get off the track before it hit.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 193 - Being unprepared for a situation doesn't mean it's impossible. It just means you have to try a little harder, and the reward will be sweeter if you get it right. But, only if you get it right.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 194 - When your world has been turned inside out, it's best to do the same to those who brought that hell upon you. Not as revenge. It'd be a practical deterrent to stop it from happening a second time.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 195 - It was best to ignore what he could. It was his job to keep them out, and frankly a risk to operations if the wrong one got in. But he felt it was best to simply ignore what he could about them.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 196 - Everything burns. She had to keep saying that to herself. Everything in there would burn if the fire was just hot enough. She just had to keep adding on more fuel and no one would ever figure it out.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 197 - It'd been silly to think perhaps for once it'd be a clean run. Comedic of him to assume the alleys would be welcoming, or that they wouldn't demand payment to let him hide in their territory.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 198 - Cold shimmering light flooded through the early morning fog sitting as a cloud throughout the downtown. Light pollution, drifting smoke, dust clouds, and exhaust created a fascinating blend in the sky.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 199 - It was already one of those nights, wasn't it? Hard to ignore how it felt walking down the road while the rain hit you, listening to the slow crackle of an old radio sitting under an overhang.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 200 - In moments, she felt hypnotised by the sheer carnage before her. Her mind almost shattered from the shock of stumbling into the gore caked underground left in the wake of the cult's rampage down there.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 201 - Stumbling down the road, he had trouble ignoring the cracking in his bones. The constant pain was a reminder of however many months it'd been in the Badlands on his journey towards Cincinnati.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 202 - The only thing he felt in those brief moments were his lungs stinging and his body failing to adjust. The only way in had been to sneak through the border, and he was paying the cost for that now.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 203 - Couldn't help the chuckle from his lips as he saw the glint of the knife approaching in the dull light. Just as he couldn't help the mess that would be left behind by the guy afterwards either.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 204 - Cold streets, bright lights, and a near intolerable buzz made the night impossible to enjoy for him. He should've gone home long before this point, but he always felt the need to push his luck too far.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 205 - Sleep wouldn't come for him though. Not as he wandered the streets, or down the alleys, or when he finally reached home. The painful light from across the road somehow still got through the blinds.//carpe-diem
Steam Rewrite 206 - Baking in the sun didn't feel worth it for the roll he was getting out of guarding the guy. 'Tried to ignore the heat and dust. But, it looked like a storm was rolling in now and was going to get worse.//carpe-diem
Patreon Rewrite 207 - Just ignore the sounds. Just ignore it. It wasn't you or your problem. 'Wasn't your business. Didn't matter what was happening to them. He had to repeat that to himself while he kept on walking.//carpe-diem
Wire Rewrite 152 - Elevator's out. Maintenance isn't picking up again, and I found the padlocks smashed again. Went down there with my revolver and checked it out. Someone got in. Called the landlord and told him what I saw, but maintenance still isn't picking up.//wire-Muttering-25108
Wire Rewrite 153 - I can't remember my own name. When I look in the mirror, I can't even recognise my face. Surgery my clinic gave me to install this new wetware thing scrambled my brain. Went to one with real doctors too. No way out for me anymore, I guess.//wire-EyesInsideSkull-25109
Wire Rewrite 154 - Do you ever wonder if that conspiratorial nonsense from the old days is real? The symbols on the walls mean something. Which wall? The wall. Drop in. Drop out. In other news, local Planoist spotted walking into the highway while on acid. Coincidence?//wire-Conspire-25924
Wire Rewrite 155 - I don't want to set the world on fire, I just want Tower to stop patrolling here. It's hard enough running a business these days without them asking for bribes, smashing my property, and trying to arrest me. Repeatedly arrested. Looters. All of them.//wire-Inferno-25924
Wire Rewrite 156 - I can hear the funeral pyre being built outside. They're putting more bricks around my home to entomb me. I feel like a Poe character, even as I hear them place the wood on my roof, and smell the oil. My windows and doors were bricked in the night. Help.//wire-Cask-25925
Wire Rewrite 157 - Can you hear it? That's the sound of inevitability. The sound of the clockTower falling and hitting the bridge tonight. The gate was hit, then the street, then the port. We got to their hive, set the charge, and walked. It had to be. They hunt and hunt.//wire-Clock-25926
Wire Rewrite 158 - Shocking event as of three hours. Tower bird went down near Riverside. I could hear the fireworks from my vantage point. Can't tell why it went down, but I heard shooting around the time it hit the ground, and after. Maybe i'm imagining it. Maybe not.//wire-River-25926
Wire Rewrite 159 - The world is on fire and we're all just too blind to see. I've been paying a lab to analyse some stuff that they dumped around the border that I dragged back into the city. Nanotechnology, toxic waste, and the really fun one was radioactive material. Fun.//wire-Tox-25926
Wire Rewrite 160 - Just saw a pack of Zetas castrate a pimp with a nailbat. Dunno, he was beating a whore one second then bam! Maybe she gave 'em chocolate, or looked like their mama. Point is, if this is how kids now speak truth to power, I'm sure they'll be alright.//wire-Nohman-25927
Wire Rewrite 161 - The enemy can smell our weakness. The weakness is other people, and other people smell that weakness. Our attachments define us, but they're also a threat. Have you ever considered they might turn on you? Call Bob's Big Auto. We'll check 'em over.//wire-SFC-25927
Wire Rewrite 162 - I can taste the money. Imagine a nice crisp new Sens spike. We have a brilliant plan. We start hooking up Cannibals before execution. We could sell them to Tower to scare criminals in like a scared straight thing. Anyone got anyone we can record?//wire-DISM-25927
Wire Rewrite 163 - Only fools would resurrect monsters. Only fools would. But what would that make us? Is that where our technology goes? If you studied the mutants would you realise what they are is too neat and heritable? Toxic waste and bioweapons my ass.//wire-Frankenstein-25928
Wire Rewrite 164 - Simulations say environmental collapse is on the way yet again. We have the means to fix everything even if it wasn't. We could just let the nanotech loose, mine some asteroids, call it a day. Otherwise it means we're being left behind yet again.//wire-Collapse-25928
Wire Rewrite 165 - I've been watching a repeating pattern in some lights around the city. I'm aware of how absurd that sounds. These are all wired systems connected into one way networks with basic command systems. I think there might be an AGI sending messages in them.//wire-Pattern-25928
Wire Rewrite 166 - Say an AGI was sitting in every data centre, say it was based on the same code or one deliberately seeded itself like that, and say it was smarter than us. How do we know what it's thinking and can we trust it? I still trust it more than my neighbours.//wire-Trust-25928
Wire Rewrite 167 - How could we ever know what it would do to us? It should have been just another spike. In other news, Frank's is selling four for one shots if you tell them the time. If they claim this offer isn't real they're lying. You have to ask for Dave after that.//wire-Dave-25930
Wire Rewrite 168 - Pay attention to the roads today. I don't know how widespread this is but I noticed a guy spreading weird and slippery on the roads while he was driving around. I guessed oil or something, but my gloves are covered in something like rubber cement now. //wire-Roads-25930
Wire Rewrite 169 - I'm trying to remember a time when the city actually did something for me. I mean the government, my neighbours, and seemingly everyone else. The closest I get to wanting to live here are a few moments when I find something on the sidewalk for free.//wire-Freedom-25101
Wire Rewrite 170 - Woke up. Some say it was a warning. We didn't care. Tower claimed the warning sirens meant something. The officers wanted to loot after we left. Some say it was a sign. No one did. Nothing happened. They got scared when we were still there. Cowards.//wire-Cowards-25101
Wire Rewrite 171 - I can hear them crawling around in the walls, like rats. They're pretending. Even if no one else claims to hear them. They're trying to make me think I'm going mad. They don't want people to know what they really are and what they're doing. The dwarv-//wire-Walls-25102
Wire Rewrite 172 - Goodall was a researcher in archaic times who rose to prominence for her techniques of radical immersion amongst her subjects. There are those emulating her today, growing cultures of nanites within themselves; colonies each uniting to become new organs.//wire-Io-25103
Wire Rewrite 173 - I broke my favourite spike today. It was just a cuddling scene. I must have used it every night for weeks. Each time the loneliness after felt worse and worse until I had to cry myself to sleep. I smashed it before I could change my mind. I already miss her hands.//Siren
Wire Rewrite 174 - We used to tell stories about things in the trees and ghosts in the empty houses. We burned the trees. We filled homes to the brim. Now we hear about zombie spikes, blood-sucking mutants, and sharp-dressed men in dark alleys. The monsters are still here.//wire-Loco-25108
Wire Rewrite 175 - Cinci still grows. Slums; favelas; floors of arcologies. Someday there'll be a generation living their entire lives without a sun. Will they be like Zetas? Or will the subjugation make them resolute? Someone will need to pick up the torch, someday.//wire-Luna-251011
Wire Rewrite 176 - Calling in to talk about the lamppost on 7th. I'll never get used to seeing those poor girls like that. Nearly threw up then and there. It's sick how many people can simply shrug and keep walking. I've seen it for years but that doesn't make it normal.//wire-Siren-251011
Wire Rewrite 177 - Rumour on the street is the pimp who put up that shit on 7th St is a woman. I'd love to say it's something the blood rags made up for a sick twist, but no. I know who they're talking about. The killer took a trophy before hanging up the body. It's her.//wire-Shift-251011
Wire Rewrite 178 - Becoming corporate is fundamentally an alchemical process. A slow, steady act of whittling away slivers of yourself until nothing extraneous remains. Until the world fades and the chattel ringing up your groceries ceases to exist. And then: remove more.//wire-Luna-251012
Wire Rewrite 179 - I wasn't expecting to see a literal heart attack gun from the old days in the hands of a kid. When the Zeta pulled something about the size and shape of a special on him, the guy's chest caved in. No noise though. Microwave, sonic, whatever. Holy shit.//wire-Risk-251012
Wire Rewrite 180 - When I was a kid I heard this broadcast from what used to be the capitol. We thought that's what it was. We were stupid kids. No one ever really talks about the seven hours we thought nukes were flying. Parents left me behind. We don't talk anymore.//wire-Alert-251013
Wire Rewrite 181 - Some of you ask why I allow obvious nutjobs on air. I once knew a biochemist who ranted about his wife being replaced. Turns out Naas really did make a skinjob to steal his research. When madness and truth are the same, I choose to believe everything.//wire-Loco-251013
Wire Rewrite 182 - Someone recognised my voice at work. I've gotten used to thinking of calling here as just screaming into the void, so I nearly died of embarrassment. It wasn't all bad though. They were actually pretty nice. We made plans to meet later. So, thank you.//wire-Siren-251013
Wire Rewrite 183 - We once sought the ruins of old civilisations, seeking ourselves in the remnants of their lives. We've since learnt to build them ourselves. Empty malls, abandoned offices, districts that never got to live before they died. Efficiency even in decay.//wire-Luna-251013
Wire Rewrite 184 - New-gen hackers don't have a clue. Greedy, egomaniacal dopamine junkies. Hacking was never just about breaking things. But the world’s still burning. Maybe they got it figured. Maybe it's time to grab what we can before it all comes crashing down.//wire-Roke-251013
Wire Rewrite 185 - Chaos as supposed 'Toho spike' causes seizures. The company denies involvement and has issued a warning that they do not make or sell spikes. Remember to check what you're plugging into your skull. What would a Toho spike even do anyway?//wire-LiesInAdvertising-251015
Wire Rewrite 186 - Tonight is a special night. Do you hear it? In the static of the radio, the background noise of the spike, and the whisper of machines? It's the call of the dead. Broken, bloodthirsty. Doesn't it feel like you belong there? They're calling you home.//wire-Loco-251019
Wire Rewrite 187 - Knew this head who used to rail speed and rant about entropy before he offed. How it affected more than just matter. Said the gangs, zetas, all the rot around us was the result of our humanity exhausting itself. Called it the heat death of the soul.//wire-Nohman-251019
[ Shattered banners and broken blades. You can hear the banshee’s cry under the chimarae moon... ]
[ For the wild hunt draws near, and so too do the end of your years. ]