so i've never done #introductions on this account
i'm catdad 👋 maybe you've seen me elsewhere on the fediverse. MAYBE NOT?
*attempts mysterious cape swoosh but just trips and falls face first*
ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿ
i'm a software engineer. on this account you can probably expect to see:
CYBER MONDAY [fic] Show more
the streets are silent but for a persistent low hum. you'd believe the city was abandoned if it weren't for the constant mechanical groan. no birds chirp. no insects buzz.
a short siren overlays the drone. it's a series of artificial chirps that echo off buildings and fill the air.
then a voice.
｢WARNING. BIO-CLEANSE IN EFFECT
DO NOT LEAVE YOUR HOMES
ALL ORGANIC MATTER OUTSIDE OF SEALED BUILDINGS WILL BE SANITIZED
CYBER MONDAY PROTOCOL WILL CONCLUDE AT 11:59PM
In a cyperpunk near-future, the realism of virtual reality have been perfected. Only trained experts would be able to distinguish virtual from real, if it wasn't for the lag.
It turns out that such a direct connection with a virtual world makes even the tiniest lag noticeable; any movement of your body is a tiny bit delayed.
Some people get dizzy and nauseous with such lag, and the lags get worse the further you are from The Center Of The Web.
self Show more
When most people dream, they imagine themselves in a situation that's somehow better than their real lives. They think of more money. Or power. A bigger house. Or maybe a sexier partner. They're selfish.
As I sat, rolling between my thumb and ring finger the gold-green marble that held my dream, I knew that mine was different.
Everything in it was the same. I had the same job. We lived in the same house. The difference was that you were still you, but I was someone else.
short speculative fiction stories
jokes about cybrestuff
langs: en, the binary language of moisture evaporators
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