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ACT I — A MAN ALONE The lighthouse loomed atop the cliff, a crooked pillar of stone and glass defying the endless gray churn of the sea. Decades of storms had flayed its white paint to a weary ash, windows scabbed with salt. Wind hissed through gaps in warped frames, rattling them like loose teeth. Waves crashed against the rocks far below, each impact reverberating up the stone spine of the tower.Rowan Mallory moved with a limp earned in distant wars, oil lamp in one hand, the other trailing along damp stone. As if the touch alone might hol...
Submitted to Contest #309
ACT I – ArrivalSunlight spilled through translucent cloudbanks—like gold melting through silk—drifting over Ereya’s vast emerald canopy in slow, deliberate strokes. The shuttle descended in silence—a dark shape gliding over rivers that shimmered like spilled light, through forests so precise they seemed grown with intention. Not chaos, but design.Inside, no one spoke. The comms were quiet. So was the planet.Commander Rios stepped out first. Moss yielded beneath his boots. He scanned the clearing with a soldier’s instinct—disciplined, deliber...
Submitted to Contest #307
ARC I – The SparkThey didn’t build him to sing. They built him to boil water.The model was called ComfortOne. A second-generation smart kettle from a mid-tier tech firm that promised “subtle intelligence for everyday ritual.”It came with pleasant upgrades: voice recognition, temperature precision, steeping suggestions based on time of day and water chemistry.It had a voice, but no face. It obeyed, but didn’t learn. It was smart—but unaware.And for most people, that was enough.We name our cars. Talk to pets. Curse at our phones—then whisper “...
Submitted to Contest #306
FINAL COPY:Title: Aeris They broke through the jungle canopy at midmorning, damp with sweat and soft declarations of wonder. The jungle made everything softer. The air, the light. Even thoughts, if left untethered long enough. The air was thick with that sweet, vegetal stillness that only comes miles from roads, wires, and clocks. Every breath tasted green.There were six of them. Scientists, in theory. But none moved like theorists. Their boots were scuffed. Their gear was worn. They moved like people who had spent too many weeks together i...
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