It has been many a moon since I update you on the progress of Tabula, my epic SciFi novel about climate war, genetic alteration, time travel, war, corruption, hope, and love.
The question we have to ask is this: as we expand what it means to be human, will we become transhuman or inhuman?
I want to embrace this world and this life. But I don’t know how to accept the unacceptable.
Warning: spoilers for people who can read my handwriting!
Sometimes, if you peel back enough layers of myth-making, you actually do find a solid minimal conspiracy theory.
This is how corporations turn us into glorified slaves, and I’m not drinking the Kool-Aid after that first bitter sip.
Given that my death will be the last chance I have to savour my one, strange life, I hope to approach it with curiosity...
Vampire lore in Russia (like seemingly everything in Russia) is intense, twisted, and utterly fascinating!
I’ve been sitting down thinking “I need to write the best science fiction novel of the 21st century!” or “I need to write something that will sell a million copies!” or just “I need to write well.” These are all useless mindsets.
Australian prices being what they are, shopping to a budget isn't easy, so I steal. Because I'm white, this is easy for me.