Well that was informative…
The writer encountered a block in a short story, losing interest in the human character but excited about exploring the backstory of an android. They envision the androids in their universe as complex as humans and are looking forward to delving into their stories, anticipating a great outcome.
Daimonion and the human (part 6)
The heat of Crucio industrial district, largely owed to the three metalworks plants, was conspicuously absent. Smelters and forges that should’ve been working non-stop lay as the dead. Union workers now elsewhere in the city, worker-drones all in a dormant state, and city animals capitalizing on the down time to emerge from their hidey holes. Three white and orange cats chased a throng of rodents, the bristle hair bandicoot rat variety,…
http://scifijon.com/2024/03/20/daimonion-and-the-human-part-6/
Daimonion and the human (part 5)
A woman named Riley reflects on her past actions from the confines of a cage, expressing remorse and pleading for forgiveness from a higher power. Her thoughts reveal a mix of regret and self-justification for past misdeeds, showcasing a complex and conflicted inner struggle. As she begs for redemption, she grapples with the consequences of her actions and seeks a chance for atonement.
http://scifijon.com/2024/03/18/daimonion-and-the-human-part-5/
Daimonion and the human (part 4)
Riley shifted her butt like an inch. There wasn’t any point getting up to move. She could almost touch the other side of her confines without moving. Hair blew over her face, catching on shoddy welds. There was no point in moving it off her face, it would just blow back onto her again. And the goddamn metal would just rip out more of the hair.
http://scifijon.com/2024/03/06/daimonion-and-the-human-part-4/
Daimonion and the human (part 3)
BOOM! Riley screeched like a cat getting its tail yanked. Ayo burst out laughing, but at least Akira had the decency to flinch. As the Opening Thunder Clap faded into nothingness Riley, both her friends, and the entire mass of humanity leaped to their feet. Just at the edge of their hearing came the clash of sound like that of soldiers slamming swords to shields.
http://scifijon.com/2024/03/05/daimonion-and-the-human-part-3/
Daimonion and the human (part 2)
Cold. Alone. Silent. Misery. Despair. This was Riley’s existence, dangling some two hundred feet above pavement. In a cage like she was a fucking bird. The steel mesh encircling her life, whittling her freedom down to a pathetic 268 cubic feet, wasn’t wide enough to fit a limb through and not narrow enough to sit or lay on without inflicting such discomfort that pain took over.
http://scifijon.com/2024/03/03/daimonion-and-the-human-part-2/
Daimonion and the human (title in progress) Part 1
I'm posting as I write it. I began this as a short story but it has taken a life of its own and now wants to be a novella at the least. This story/novella/novel takes place in the Android Hunters Universe. The original prompt was: "When a sports fan is kidnapped & imprisoned in a cage, he calls for help, but is surprised when a telepathic alien answers." …
http://scifijon.com/2024/02/29/daimonion-and-the-human-title-in-progress-part-1/
Gods on Mars (~1,500 word short story)
“—and you are?” A 64 year old rough neck from Texas, I’ve seen it all. Shit, I’ve done it all. I was breaking rocks in the Belt before your momma and daddy sprouted their first pubes. 12 years old and doing as God intended. Using my hands to get dirty and make life better for all. I mean it too. I be all a 16, and when others were playing with their pecker and trying to get some tit from sweet Suzy under the bleachers, I perfected…
http://scifijon.com/2024/02/23/gods-on-mars-1500-word-short-story/
Sword Defiant review
Gods on Mars
1996 was the year. Bill Clinton beat a guy some people thinks owned the fruit company Dole. The cultural phenomenon Harry Potter was published in the UK. NINTENDO 64 CAME OUT!!! Dolly the Sheep met herself. Macarena blessed (ruined?) parties forevermore. I wrote my first short story as a freshman in high school. I had an English teacher that year who read a one page story I wrote and wouldn't stop giving me praise and encouraging me to write.
