rampagingkillerrobots [1/30/21]

Shall I whisper to you of killer robots, my love?

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Etiquette Tip: French-kissing a corpse during a funeral service is considered impolite in most circumstances.

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Tarot-card clues &
Telepathic skip-tracing:
Psychic private eye

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A nightmare of hitherto unimaginable violence unfolds all across the nation as teenagers embrace a hot new dance craze involving coldblooded murder with chainsaws. Title: Do the Rampage

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Mired in morbid depression, sinking ever deeper into darkness, utterly despairing, utterly forlorn, but otherwise quite well.

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A man wakes up disoriented, deep inside a cave, with no recollection of who he is, how he got there, or what connection he has, if any, to the blood-covered, bullet-riddled pinball machine lying on its side nearby. Title: Only a Lost Soul

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A crippled spaceship
Repairs are impossible
Marooned in the void

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Sci-Fi Haiku
A rash physicist
An experiment gone wrong
Space-time starts to tear

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It was not long before ugly rumors were in circulation concerning the Corpse Dildo Incident. For the record, that cadaver had been viciously sodomized before I’d even arrived at that pancake breakfast fundraiser.

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Friendship is: Whispering the lyrics to the Golden Girls theme song while forcing your bestie to hotwire the Wienermobile at gunpoint.

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A hot new yoga craze that promises inner peace has fitness enthusiasts all across the country eagerly submitting to the guillotine. Title: Headless Corpse Pose

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A pot-smoking teen metalhead who dabbles in the occult comes under the mental control of a malevolent spirit-being that forbids him from doing homework or even practicing proper hygiene. Title: Moronic Possession

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Like limp and bloodied squirrel carcasses through a meat grinder, these are the days of our lives.

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A bold scientist
A shrink-ray experiment
“Eureka!” he squeaked

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Two men, the only survivors of a crash-landing on a lifeless alien world, fight to the death over possession of the one fragment of their smashed-to-pieces spacecraft that even vaguely resembles a vagina. Title: Charred Metal Fiancée

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A man awakes in a ditch, his memory gone, the only hint to his identity several blurry Polaroid photos of a strange and violent occult ritual involving pinball machines. Title: Realities Shift & Disappear

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Sci-Fi Haiku
Busty robots &
Aliens in lingerie:
Future girlie mags

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Even in the darkest corners of despair there are glimmers of light we call drugs.

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For some laughs, two college friends at a party convince a freshman having his first psychedelic-drug experience that he is actually a time-traveling robot from the future on a top-secret mission vital to national security, but the prank goes tragically wrong when the student tears open his chest with a power saw to repair the circuitry he believes has malfunctioned. Title: Haywire High Jinks

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Still bitter long after his fiancée called off their engagement, a scientist perfects a process for miniaturization and uses it to exact revenge, reducing her handsome new husband’s genitals to microscopic size. A gift-wrapped magnifying glass arrives in her mail the next day. Title: The Wedding Present

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It’s a race against the clock as a hippie couple, trapped underwater in a Volkswagen bus after a traffic accident with only enough air for two hours, frantically attempts to convert their submerged vehicle into the world’s most far-out bong. Title: Tomb of the Unknown Stoner

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Happiness is: scribbling obscene poetry involving time-traveling android assassins on the walls of gas station bathrooms.

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Sci-Fi Haiku
An alien zoo
Rare, exotic specimens
Humans in cages

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Ruins Of The Golden Age
Badly depressed and convinced life is pointless and the whole world rotten, I while away the time paging through my collection of tattered Golden Age science-fiction paperbacks, losing myself in thoughts of a bright shining future that never was and never will be, devoid of all the sorrows and pains and miseries in which everyday life is so utterly steeped. Confined to those musty dog-eared yellowing pages, death rays cannot kill, mad scientists lack all means of doing damage, the flames of cosmic apocalypse won’t so much as singe your face and evil is rendered impotent. Would that reality were so incapable of causing harm, so well-guarded from true psychotic monsters, absent all the daily slights and indignities and humiliations, so powerless to break your heart.

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In The Darkest Depths Where Light Never Reaches
Deep in unmapped space, engine malfunction had disabled their ship and they were left stranded in interstellar darkness, permanently adrift in some cosmic nowhere zone without hope of repair or rescue. Infinite space offered nothing now save bleak unlimited emptiness, and as they languished there in that awful abyss, the distant stars glimmering in malicious mockery, the doomed ship’s crew came to embrace a bitterly sarcastic philosophy: The mission hadn’t ended, its itinerary had merely shifted — in the nothingness between the stars, death was their one remaining destination.

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Far Too Many Horrors Were Made Known To Me That Day
Fell into grinding gears of alien nightmare machinery. Flesh melted by infernal flames. Torn to pieces by maelstrom-like satanic laser phantoms. Soul shattered for the full duration of eternity by the sheer godawful horror of it all. Magic mushrooms, bad trip, full-blown inner apocalypse. Afterwards he resolved to avoid all psychedelics from now on.

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A mad scientist
Sinister experiments
Kittens trained to kill

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A hot new dance craze has teenyboppers all across the nation ecstatically self-amputating their arms and legs. Title: The Surgical Saw Shuffle

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In The Future
Universities phase out traditional learning models, supplanting lectures and reading assignments with packets of granulized data that are injected directly into the brain. As overachievers seeking an academic edge attempt to out-download their peers, hospitals develop treatment protocols for potentially fatal information overdoses. A black market for forbidden knowledge emerges, and illicit injection of dangerous truths becomes an all-too-popular pastime among thrill-seeking youngsters. Rehab programs for data addiction proliferate.

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Once-defiant droids
Littering streets, limp, lifeless
Failed robot revolt

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In The Ruins Of A Dead World
Attempts to repair his badly battered vessel were futile. Odds of rescue: none. Shipwide system failure, an emergency landing, permanent exile. Marooned on this barren miserable world of uninterrupted gloom, he whiled away another dreary gray cheerless day wandering the wreckage of a once-magnificent city, reduced to rubble eons ago, contemplating the strange capricious workings of fate, the depressingly grim destiny of all living things. A wind through the ruins cried out like a tortured ghost, and colossal ancient machinery of unknown purpose was everywhere strewn about, covered in rust, half-buried in the ground. Time is an illusion, he thought, a cosmic con job deployed by some insane and sadistic god who feeds on the isolation and suffering of every sentient being; without time, there would be no suffering, because the preconditions necessary for suffering to occur simply would not exist. Here alone on this dark desolate planet, in some remote and unmapped area of space, he felt the coldness of a billion light-years of emptiness penetrating into his bones, and came to apprehend with a mournful clarity that the universe is fundamentally a forsaken place, loneliness its central motif.

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Exile In The Hell Vortex
Severely depressed, he’d been staying up late into the night filling notebooks with strange science-fiction stories involving amputee astronauts with unusual sexual appetites, evil phantom-like aliens telepathically torturing psych ward patients, hyper-violent and heavily armed robots programmed for maximum carnage by a drug-deranged mad scientist plotting world domination. Perhaps most disturbing was the series of 911 calls he’d made on a lark from various pay phones near his apartment, advising police that sinister demonic godlike beings were attempting to rip a hole in the cosmos, which would result in the end of everything — civilization, the universe, all gone. “We’re talking total fucking annihilation here, ma’am.” By now, the formula was fairly straightforward: Lonely, bored and depressed, he’d start doing drugs in alarming quantities. Pot, pills (mostly painkillers, sometimes Adderall), cocaine on the rare occasion he could score some. On drugs, he’d get a little crazy, and after doing one or more crazy things publicly (fraudulent Armageddon-related emergency calls, for example), he’d get dangerously paranoid, fearing — sometimes irrationally, sometimes not — cops and cuffs and imminent arrest and long-term imprisonment, so he’d start keeping to himself, like a hermit with a guilty conscience, staying secret and hidden from everyone and everything, remaining in his apartment as much as possible, door locked, blinds drawn, not answering the phone, not answering the door, total isolation, becoming increasingly lonely, bored and depressed. The horrible pattern repeated itself, in endless maddening repetition, over and over and over again.

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Subjected to a near-lethal concentration of neutron radiation during an experiment gone wrong, a physicist rapidly mutates into an atrociously awful poet whose wretched verse becomes the laughingstock of the literary world. Title: Sonnet Monster

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A serial killer turned self-help author encourages readers to massacre their way to personal fulfillment. Title: Better Living Through Bloodshed

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It’s been my experience that approaching people on the street and shouting “Hold still and let’s see if I can rip your arms off!” rarely results in the formation of lasting friendships. Catch more flies with honey, I guess.

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All the Way To His Cross Overlooking The Dark Sky Of The Cosmos
A lab explosion, an experiment gone wrong. Now he’s trapped in this strange purgatory, somewhere far beyond space and time, a bizarre shadow realm where one’s eyes can’t be trusted and the fundamental physical laws of the universe seem to hold no dominion whatsoever. A limitless, lifeless void. Mysteries dark and deep and utterly disorienting. Multicolored laser patterns, governed by unknowable occult geometries. Showers of golden sparks. Scattered rainbow-hued lightning bursts. Stuck in this dark awful dimension forever, in this endless unmapped emptiness all alone, his is a spiritual suffering, a dreadful lonesome isolation never-ending, a torment of the soul no other human has ever known.

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Bedlam Did Reign That Night
In a dream, he was wandering in the woods and he came upon a crashed spaceship with hideous tentacled creatures crawling out of the wreckage, and he wanted to warn the world of a possible planetary invasion but the evil aliens telepathically hypnotized him and he was frozen in place, statue-like, as they lecherously groped him with their sickening slime-dripping tentacles and the sheer godawful terror he felt was immeasurable, it seemed to never end, but then a dazzlingly bright light flashed through the sky — A military missile strike? A-bomb blast? Secret satellite laser weapons?— and he awoke with a start, heart pounding, drenched in sweat, making a mental note to never watch science-fiction films from the 1950s right before bed.

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Extreme grief brought on by the death of his young son makes it difficult for a college professor to continue his secret life as a masked public masturbator. Title: Times Like These

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I Was A Teenage Blood Tornado
More depressed now than ever, he almost never left his apartment, logging long hours day and night typing up his highly bizarre and completely fictitious “autobiography” — filled with accounts of berserk knife-wielding NASA astronauts, clunky metal robots programmed to do off-color standup comedy, sinister tentacled space aliens with dangerous drug habits and strange sexual tendencies. Mainly, he just wanted to forget about his failure-filled life and the bleak unwelcoming world outside. Day by day, his “memoirs” became ever stranger, and visions of a multimillion-dollar book deal with one of the major New York publishers occasionally flashed through his head. The weeks and months of almost total isolation had turned him intensely eccentric. In his journal he’d written, “A shitload of Percocet? My own personal llama? A custom-made bong fitted with foam-rubber Spock ears?”— he was still on the fence how he’d spend his advance.

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Threatened with savage violence by sinister demonic whispers emanating from my stereo speakers, I resolved to be more circumspect the next time someone offers to sell me a pot brownie.

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On A Shattered Starship Stranded In Space
They’d been bold adventurers speeding through the vastness of space on a mission of exploration, searching the starry sky for wonderful new worlds. Now he’s all alone here on this wrecked and useless vessel, imprisoned in the endless void of lonely interstellar nothingness, sole survivor of the awful encounter, surrounded by the badly deformed corpses of his trusted crewmates, waiting for death to write the final chapter to this tragic dreadful story. Man looks up at the stars and dreams his wondrous dreams. Forever onward and upward stretches the search for truth. Yet man’s limitless search for knowledge often leads to dark and dangerous places, distorting his vision, blinding him to all the nightmares that may be lying in wait. Exploring the unknown depths of space stirs hopes of a bright shining future, but it may also bring us face to face with horrors we cannot yet imagine.

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Desperate to boost his ratings and stave off cancellation, the unhinged host of a failing sports-talk radio program devotes his entire show each day to describing pages of pornographic magazines in disturbingly graphic detail over the air. Title: AM Triple X

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A troubled teen drug burnout tripping on mushrooms during the school day hears whispers from the shadows urging him to kill the satanic alien android posing as his gym teacher. Title: Hellfire Calisthenics

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Sci-Fi Haiku
Stuck in the present
His time machine’s a lemon
Forlorn physicist

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Desperate for cash to feed his drug habit, a street violinist deploys an odd but highly profitable approach to busking, playing music so gratingly dissonant that pedestrians inevitably offer him large sums of money to stop. Title: Aural Shakedown

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A socialite spends her days in front of a mirror obsessively scrutinizing her appearance for imperfections, unwilling or unable to acknowledge that the series of plastic surgeries she underwent over the years inadvertently transformed her body into one enormous blob of pus-oozing undifferentiated tissue. Title: Hideous Narcissus

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Basically I’m an optimist — my hopes remain high that a world-destroying meteor is due to arrive any day now.

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War, terrorism, country music — the early stages of evolution are never pretty.

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In The Future
A highly addictive virtual-reality drug — a biotech-modified microchip that can be smoked, swallowed or injected — proves deadly for many users, who starve to death while indulging the fantasy of their choice for days and even weeks on end, unwilling to leave their own private Edens.

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A man experimenting with mind-expanding drugs permanently mutates into a giant screaming eyeball. Title: Psychedelic Hell

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Satellite photos of this planet are misleading. Seen from a far enough distance, Earth doesn’t look half bad. Closer inspection reveals the terrible truth.

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X-rated Polaroids of several U.S. presidents, a test tube allegedly containing a lethal virus of extraterrestrial origin, a replica of Rodin’s “The Thinker” made entirely of cocaine — these are among the items up for bid at a clandestine black-market auction hosted by a drug-demented Boy Scout as his community service project. Title: Black Market Merit Badge

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Nightmares Forever Everywhere
Alien invasion is the primary symptom, he explained as best he could to the intake nurse, rushed by a friend to the hospital for emergency care. As the nurse took his pulse and blood pressure, he breathed a sigh of relief, sensing that someone here could help with this terrible predicament. If ever there was a situation warranting immediate attention from well-trained professionals, he thought, a night sky filled with satanic demons disguised as flying saucers that are vibrating with evil energy and emitting lethal rainbow-hued lasers is probably it. The last thing he recalls from the whole incident is a question the nurse asked his obviously distraught friend: “… and you’re certain it was psychedelic mushrooms?”

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Psychic Explosion Imminent
All day, wherever he went, he was being followed — a mysterious skulking presence, not a person but some sort of hovering, sentient energy, which when close enough for its scratchy static-filled voice to be audible would whisper ominously of “sky squid” and “mind jelly.” Eating a pot brownie first thing in the morning was something he resolved to never do again.

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A man admitted to a psychiatric facility after reporting he’s been “hearing voices” is as shocked as anyone when X-rays reveal a micro-transmitter lodged in his brain broadcasting battle plans for an impending alien Earth invasion. Title: Only Now Do I Discern the Hideous Truth

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A tentacled carnivorous plant lures its male human prey by hypnotically conjuring up hallucinatory images of beautiful topless women who are just dying to discuss pro football. Title: Irresistible Bliss

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Excerpt From An Unfinished Short Story
He’d told a friend he took psychedelic drugs for their “spiritual benefits” — he claimed they expanded his mind, altered his way of thinking and allowed him to question societal norms. Longterm use, however, caused him to sometimes suffer sporadic hallucinations when he was stone cold sober, blurring the line between fantasy and reality. Occasionally he’d spend whole days lost in a strange and disturbing parallel world, trapped in a mental maze with no apparent exit, wandering the dreadfully circuitous contours of his own badly damaged and delusion-prone mind.

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Sci-Fi Haiku
A droid’s crude insults
A hot-blooded astronaut
Space-station bar brawl

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Brain Wreck
He’d been a daily pot user basically his entire adult life, had gone on countless psychedelic trips and around age 30 had started taking cocaine in alarming quantities, but it wasn’t until he phoned me the night following his first ayahuasca trip that I became convinced the sad and disturbing rumor I’d been hearing about him was almost certainly true. He sounded frantic, crazed, brimming with bizarre arcane revelations involving cosmic portals and secret dimensions and invisible extraterrestrials with godlike psychic abilities. On his trip he’d conversed in coded language with strange occult energy beings, beheld the otherworldly architecture of vast alien cities, and was now fully convinced it had been no mere hallucination. “There are these other worlds, normally hidden from view, and it was all real,” he explained before mentioning he’d already planned another ayahuasca experience for the following night. His unhinged rapid-fire monologue by phone that evening, rattling off all the surreal details of his latest mind-blowing chemical escapade, served only to confirm the suspicion, long and deeply held by many who knew him, that he was probably fried forever, drugs had destroyed his brain.

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A depraved chemist invents a hypno-syrum specifically formulated to cause leggy ladies with jumbo knockers to lust uncontrollably after men in white lab coats. Title: Molecular Malevolence

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All humans worldwide simultaneously receive a telepathic message from a menacing metallic robot voice claiming to represent a federation of alien planets from across the galaxy, notifying them that Earth is scheduled for demolition in 48 hours and affected parties should plan accordingly. Title: Eviction Notice

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Flaws In Your Paradise
He sat on the sofa all afternoon, keeping watch as his friend writhed on the floor in endless agony during a “bad trip” magic-mushroom experience, groaning sporadically, all of hell’s horrors raging full-throttle in his head. No celestial pleasures or cosmic insights to be found here, he observed as his friend let out several rapid-fire terror-filled screams, under attack at the moment by some menacing horde of rapaciously kill-crazy demons that he alone could see. Nothing but horrid illusions to be found here, under the soul-sickening spell of that godawful drug. Nothing but nightmares, dark and grim.

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Sci-Fi Haiku
Space-station brothel
Robo-ladies on offer
Programmed to pleasure

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Recreational Psychosis
Suffice it to say, it was a wholly unpleasant experience — terrifying visions of the destruction of the universe mostly, along with sinister satanic demons with telepathic mind-control abilities beaming their malevolent death energies directly into his skull. “Maybe steer clear of shrooms from now on,” a friend advised him as he lay writhing facedown on the floor of the apartment in obvious psychic agony. “Clearly that shit is fucking with your head.” Under attack at that moment by hideous hologram-like mutant corpse creatures hell-bent on tearing his soul from his body, he was fully inclined to agree.

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Secretly And In Darkness
He’d been getting drunk to the point of blacking out for several nights running and had no explanation whatsoever for the bloodstained boxcutter he’d found in his jacket pocket when he awoke this morning. “Probably just a minor mishap,” he muttered, in a futile attempt to quell his mounting paranoia and panic, as he wrapped the blade in paper towels and sealed it with duct tape before heading to the woods near his apartment to bury it.

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Knocked unconscious when a lightning strike causes a power surge in the pinball machine he’s playing, a man has an out-of-body experience in which his soul is released to wander the universe and witness its eventual destruction. Title: Armageddon Arcade

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A shy, lonely scientist creates a female robot to satisfy his every carnal desire, but soon he’s afflicted with a mysterious disease that transforms portions of his penis into rusty metal and causes him to urinate frayed wires and jagged bits of computer circuitry. Title: The Cyber Clap

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Busty moon-maidens
Astronauts lured to their deaths
Lunar siren song

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A severely depressed robot “commits suicide” by disassembling itself. Title: Piece By Piece

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Sci-Fi Haiku
A slimy caress
Tentacles in the moonlight
Alien romance

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Sci-Fi Haiku
A strange new street drug
Side effect: rapid aging
Infirm, wrinkly teens

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With the wrong mix of baking soda and vinegar, a young student’s volcano project at a school science fair goes awry, causing a massive explosion that culminates in the total destruction of human civilization worldwide. Title: Faux-Lava Apocalypse

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Sci-Fi Haiku
A lab explosion
A glowing portal opens
Aliens invade

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Excerpt From An Unfinished Short Story
Severely depressed after several difficult lonely years, he spends his days sitting silently in his bedroom with the lights off and the blinds drawn, chain-smoking cigarettes, eating very little, filled with vague terrors and a limitless desperation, his mind wandering in dark and troubled zones. Scanning the newspaper each day for omens of the apocalypse is his one remaining pastime. “Metaphysical rust has clogged all mechanisms,” he whispered into his microcassette recorder, huddled under a blanket in the bedroom closet, alone in silent darkness late at night. “Everything’s ending here.”

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Top corporate executives from across the country become locked in a fierce bidding war after a chemist invents an aerosol spray that instantly deprives people of their dignity. Title: Fortune 500 Holy Grail

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A time-travel experiment gone wrong traps a scientist inside a dinosaur’s rectum. Title: An Error in My Calculations

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Gluing Spock ears to your bong — if you’re both a Star Trek fan and a stoner, it would be highly illogical not to.

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Excerpt From An Unfinished Short Story
Spectacular Fourth of July fireworks displays. Brightly colored flowers in full bloom. Tranquil blue cloudless summer skies. Whenever he sinks into a deep depression, he tries to bring beautiful images to mind, hoping to dispel the inner darkness, though more often than not it has no effect whatsoever and all too frequently his thoughts end up tipping into total horror. A fireworks accident requiring amputation of one or more limbs. Flower blossoms decaying into fetid mush. Toxic black death clouds filling the sky as far as the eye can see.

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Sci-Fi Haiku
Steel-on-steel action
Power-drill penetrations
Robot sex orgy

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Raving about giant lobsters from outer space at the top of your lungs — if you’re going to hijack a Walmart intercom, you may as well make it interesting. Alerting shoppers to greatly discounted prices on fashion accessories for moldering corpses is also well worth the effort.

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All Surroundings Are Evolving
Stranded in Earth’s prehistoric past, the time traveler began carving coded messages on cavern walls for his 23rd-century colleagues to find. The messages, discovered long before he’d intended, became the basis for a strange primitive religion.

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Memorials Preferred
Very, very high on Vicodin, he wandered around the neighborhood all afternoon looking dazed and muttering about angels. That night, back in his apartment, he took more pills — the rest of the bottle, in fact — and finally got to meet them.

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Excerpt From An Unfinished Short Story
“Hell is all around us,” he whispered into his microcassette recorder, curled in the fetal position on the floor of his apartment while suffering through an intensely nightmarish “bad trip” on magic mushrooms as menacing demonic fractal-pattern hallucinations tortured him viciously and unmercifully for what seemed like eternity. “We are powerless in its grip.”

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Excerpt From An Unfinished Short Story
Becoming lonelier and more depressed, he’d been spending his days sitting in bed chain-smoking cigarettes and dreaming up weird science-fiction scenarios like sexually perverted robots with power-drill penises and drug-addicted grey aliens trying to kick their hallucinogen habits and psychotically demented NASA astronauts committing shocking gory ax-murders in low-Earth orbit. Mostly he just tried to keep from thinking about his failure-filled life or the bleak unwelcoming world outside. He scribbled down all these ideas in a notebook with the phrase “Robots & Ray Guns: Cheaper Than Therapy” written on the cover, convinced his oddball sci-fi fantasies were the one thing keeping another total mental meltdown at bay.

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In The Future
Daily psychedelic drug use becomes a hot new trend among pregnant women, convinced by a bestselling pop-psychology book that low doses of hallucinogens in utero will impart lifelong health and superior intelligence to their children. Government officials declare a public health emergency as maternity wards nationwide become overwhelmed by newborns whose eyes emit rainbow-colored laser beams, and whose terrifying otherworldly cries summon demons from another dimension.

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The last man on Earth wanders the ruins of an endless radioactive wasteland, whispering his fragmented nihilistic poetry into a microcassette recorder to document his bleak existence. Title: Vistas of Ruination

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An obscure heavy-metal album instantaneously transforms bookish youngsters into death-obsessed longhaired drug freaks. Title: Dirtbag Frequencies

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Excerpt From An Unfinished Short Story
In a dream last night he tore a Band-Aid off his forehead and a beam of blinding white light shot out. Perhaps enlightenment is not an exalted spiritual state but a kind of injury that requires basic medical care, he thought the next morning, taking a drag off his first cigarette of the day. Lately he’d been staying up well after midnight, scribbling out odd science-fiction and horror stories in his notebook involving aliens with hideous facial deformities, bogus doomsday prophets with sickeningly perverted sexual proclivities, deadly radioactive storms that turn humans into puddles of hissing toxic goo. When he was younger, in his late teens and early 20s, he used to imagine all the wonders the future would bring, technological and otherwise, but now he just hopes the future won’t be too much more terrible than the present, which is bad enough already. “The event horizon of black holes — the so-called exit door from the universe through which anything that passes can never return,” he whispered into the phone, peering out the blinds to check for signs of trouble. “Direct me to the nearest one immediately.”

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A hot new dance craze involves wildly gyrating your body in such a way that space-time buckles and bends, allowing travel to past and future epochs. Title: Do The Time Warp

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A friendly robot made from old pinball machine parts turns murderous when its tilt mechanism is triggered. Title: Activate Kill Protocols

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Sci-Fi Haiku
Invasion of Earth
Huge lobster-like aliens
Claws of doom clacking

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Sci-Fi Haiku
A robot butler
Neural-circuit malfunction
Sunday brunch bloodbath

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On the whole, I am ill-equipped for adult life. Scribbling nihilistic aphorisms in black marker on the walls of gas station bathrooms has been my primary contribution to society. My hobbies include spouting nonsense about extraterrestrials and going haywire. “Zero Earning Potential” is the working title of my autobiography.

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Sci-Fi Haiku
No way to get home
Surrounded by dinosaurs
Time travel mishap

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Story Idea
A brilliant eccentric scientist invents a machine that records the dreams people will have in the future. He rises to fame as an indie filmmaker, billing his “dream tapes” as surrealist science-fiction shorts. Title: Future Dreams Digitally Remastered

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Sci-Fi Haiku
Physics lab blunder
Myth and reality merge
Centaurs on main street

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Sci-Fi Haiku
A mad scientist
A deadly laser device
Earth at his mercy

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Huffing glue from a brown paper bag and buttonholing senior officers to ask directions to the nearest adult bookstore, a would-be astronaut is expelled from a respected space academy during the day-one orientation tour. Title: A Dream Deferred

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Sci-Fi Haiku
Alien drug dens
Android-staffed red-light districts
Space vacation bliss

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A pinball machine struck by lightning acquires consciousness. Pilgrims journey from all corners of the Earth when it’s discovered that by inserting a quarter it dispenses profound spiritual wisdom in a staticky electronic robot voice. Title: Pop-Bumper Prophecies

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Excerpt From An Unfinished Short Story
He broke open his fortune cookie and there was nothing inside. He had a split-second vision of Jesus emerging from the clouds with both middle fingers defiantly extended. He hoped with all his heart that reality is a simulation created by machines from the future because then nothing in this world is real, all the ugliness and suffering and sorrow and heartbreak is ersatz, and if it’s all some elaborate computer program then there’s always the possibility some benevolent robo-controller will hit the “off” switch and everything will disappear forever.

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When his suicidal plunge from the observation deck of a skyscraper fails to kill him, a man surprises everyone at street level by doing a funky dance — video of which goes viral and soon it’s the hot new dance craze sweeping the nation. Title: Do the Severely Depressed Boogie

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If all the world’s a stage, I was poorly coached and am totally unrehearsed. It’s been nothing but shoddy improv since Act One.

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Excerpt From An Unfinished Short Story
More than a little stoned, he spent all evening pacing his room with the lights off and the blinds drawn, smoking one cigarette after another and delivering a wild-eyed rant to the “audience” of grotesque demon faces he’d drawn in black Magic Marker on the wall of his apartment. “Soul cancers” plaguing civilization, the approaching end of human history and various sinister government mind-control programs were among his top talking points. Friends were in agreement: His recreational drug use had entered its terminal stage.

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The only human to survive nuclear doomsday occupies his time doing tarot readings for corpses strewn about streets and sidewalks, building ornate bongs out of animal skulls scavenged from the zoo, and constantly revising his schematic diagrams for a gigantic pinball machine he plans to construct from the wreckage of a crashed military fighter jet. Title: Liturgy for a Ruined World

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Sci-Fi Haiku
A bored young housewife
A boxy metal robot
Forbidden romance

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In The Future
When robots finally seize control of civilization, humans are repurposed as furniture. The most one can hope for is to be assigned coffee-table duty for a kindly robot family.

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Slowly dying of radiation poisoning, the last man on Earth spends his final days playing the only pinball machine to survive nuclear doomsday, ruminating on the nature of existence while attempting to earn a high score. Title: Apocalypse Arcade

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Sci-Fi Haiku
A rash physicist
A reckless time-portal test
Demons swarm his lab

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In The Future
Untold millennia after all life on Earth has vanished, alien archaeologists uncover the ruins of what they believe is an ancient religious site, but is in fact a 20th-century pinball arcade. Vast scholarly treatises are written on the spiritual significance of the phrase “insert quarters.”

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Whispering ominous details of UFO-related conspiracy theories into the ears of total strangers on public transit — sometimes it’s the simple pleasures that get me through the day.

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Stranded in a deserted metropolis after a nuclear war, a drug-demented poet wanders the rubble-strewn streets whispering his magnum opus into a microcassette recorder. Title: Exile in the Hell Vortex

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About
This blog, curated by furtivelabors, features selected writings from the notebooks of Minnesota science-fiction and horror writer Fiada Fey (1980-2008).

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