Category: Fiction
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Where War and Politics Converge
War is a continuation of politics by other means. And in the world of Singularity Sunrise, politics is war by other means. The Singularity promises infinite rewards to any nation that first achieves it. Governments and megacorps are locked in a struggle to decide the fate of humanity. Every actor plays for the highest stakes;…
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The Martial Arts of Singularity Sunrise
How do you fight a full-body cyborg with unbreakable bones, Olympian muscles, superhuman reflexes, and the stamina of an Energizer battery? Pop culture grappled with this question in games, movies, books, manga and more, with varying degrees of realism. At one end of the scale, we have the patently ridiculous, with superpowered cybernetic demi-gods using…
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SINGULARITY SUNRISE is FUNDED!
Seven (and a half) days after the campaign went live, SINGULARITY SUNRISE is funded! I’m astonished and grateful by the support I’ve received. This campaign is easily the best-performing crowdfunding campaign I’ve carried out. SINGULARITY SUNRISE is heading into full pre-production mode. Going forward, let’s talk stretch goals. SINGULARITY SUNRISE is complete. Most crowdfunding campaigns…
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Where Politics and Business Collide
In cyberpunk fiction, megacorps rule the world. But in our world, why would they? Old-school cyberpunk fiction was framed as a critique of hypercapitalism. Megacorporations have the same political clout as governments, if not more so. They are the true rulers of the world. Their word is law, and their agents are above the law.…
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Bayani Part 10
The battle ended shortly thereafter. Or maybe after a lifetime. Perhaps both. Panting, his muscles aching at a point beyond fatigue, Bayani finally lowered his weapons. His sword and knife were soaked through with the gore of who knew how many men. Blood soaked him head to foot. He wasn’t sure how, but he had…
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Bayani Part 9
They smelled the burning before they saw the smoke. In the ash was the sweet scent of cooked meat, and a blacker undertone of charred flesh. “No,” Bayani whispered. “No.” Alejandro gripped his shoulder. “Steady, boy.” “Maestro, we must…” He swallowed. “We must find out what happened.” Alejandro nodded, the ghost of a smile playing…