Malcolm watched out the window of the carriage as the gas lamps that lined the streets began to be lit, illuminating the city with cones of warm light. Upper Elysia was kept immaculate by the small army of guarantee workers in grey robes. They kept their heads low, scrubbing at masonry and picking up cigarette… Continue reading IX Malcolm
VIII Gram
Ordering a rare ribeye and a bottle of Hermitage in his best accent, Gram tried to add an air of suaveness to mask his giddy, childlike excitement. He had never been to Upper Elysia, but Marco paid for his pass. “I’ll ‘andle the waiter good, make sure those lazy lads actually cook the steak!” Marco… Continue reading VIII Gram
VI Marco & VII Sapphire
VI Marco VII Sapphire The restaurant was fancy, all done up in gold and red leather. The ceiling was so high you could probably fit an elephant in it. Not that the toffs would let one in. They barely even let Marco in. Marco had never had so much real meat in his life. His… Continue reading VI Marco & VII Sapphire
V Gram
Gram’s consciousness slowly dawned, covered as it was in a woolen cloud of a mid-grade hangover. His hand brushing against the clutter left on his bed. Seeing the fetid light creep in through his window, he groaned as he sat up. The pain reminded him of the previous night’s injuries. The sun was too high,… Continue reading V Gram
The Spider in the Brain: Infinite Jest and Why Simple Rules Can Beat Complex Reasoning
This essay centers around addiction; while the subject centers around ruinous addictions to physical substances, it can apply to virtually any behavior that forms within us an unwanted compulsion. (For most readers, I would guess digital compulsions are more likely). But it is not just addiction; it is when we must acknowledge under what conditions simple… Continue reading The Spider in the Brain: Infinite Jest and Why Simple Rules Can Beat Complex Reasoning
IV The Hawk
It won’t be long now. Malcolm picked up the empty gun. Based on the purchase records, his quarry should have two more left, perhaps a third if he picked up a black market surprise. The man’s groupings were poor, firing wildly as he ran away. When it came to bullets, it was quality over quantity.… Continue reading IV The Hawk
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雾霭弥漫,影无处跻身。晨曦的皓光被削了灿亮,潦草地稀碎在浮尘里。整个街区泛着诡谲的橙红,横冲直撞的漫反射让亚瑟不得不半眯起眼。 亚瑟每个月都得不情不愿地往工人那跑一趟,发表两句鼓起劲加油干的套辞。那帮贱胚倒是好哄,这乌烟瘴气却委实难熬。熏臭无孔不入,粘稠的近乎有形,淤着硫磺、人粪、和数不清破铜烂铁里咕嘟着残羹霉物炖合成食块的腐味,渗浸他的西装,蛰伏着侵染他一尘不染的宅邸。土路零星嵌着卵石补丁,他深一脚浅一脚地让泥点溅了下摆。但若一路乘马车,就会错过些消遣了。 一老妇蹒跚踽行,形容枯槁,像只干瘪软烂的老南瓜被昏晦路灯腌黄,与他擦肩时惶惶低头,唯恐冲撞了他的目光。太近了,他呛得作呕。穷人怎么都这个味?同源之酿,在贱躯间此起彼伏。他鉴酒一绝,却嗅不透这团扑面浊气,似乎陈腐辛料两把,佐以馊汗三捧,再添一引病恹恹的腥甜。 人皮囊相仿,论其实却有主次之分,帅卒之别,走兽行畜与大写的人,不可同日而语。一断腿缺指、蓬头垢面的求乞者倚墙根而嗟,牙齿零落得鼻歪眼斜,像正嚼秸秆的牛。这家伙本该编入工作队伍,但实在残次的过头。下城混沌得自顾不暇,叫几个牛鬼蛇蝗溜了空子也是意料之中。也许我该亲手整治。亚瑟摸了摸口袋里的皮质物,斜睨那乞丐,两浑黯淡无神的珠子深陷千沟万壑的眼窝中,只巴望着啃噬残渣啐屑,便罢了。不值当。朽木烂泥。那双湿泞的滞目黏着他抽出衣袋的空手。亚瑟作势踹他,他就钝愣愣地歪倒;亚瑟讥笑,又抬脚,他就蜷曲起来叽叽咕咕地呜咽。亚瑟放过了那坨畸形的瘤,他的牛津皮鞋已沾了够多秽物。 寥寥几分钟的下城瘴气已灼得他喉咙疼,但咳嗽只会火上浇油。 一个小男孩撞了他一下。亚瑟感到后兜一轻,微笑。自作自受。他好整以暇地回头,目送男孩跑窜的方向,指尖轻叩腿侧三下,男孩当即跌倒,嚎叫着弓曲蠕扭,好像空做废功有镇痛奇效似的。 机关钱包货真价实,谱了一曲痛不欲生的珍馐乐舞教人回味无穷。亚瑟有幸抢了首批限量,这滋味,啧,定要羡煞旁人。 他屈尊俯视,那男孩把自己扑腾得血污狼藉,像只被捕兽器钳了腿的狗一样狂吠不止。 近旁穴窟里闻声钻出一女人,见儿子血肉模糊的右掌中半没着森森黑荆丛生的皮夹,瞠目惊骇。 亚瑟清清嗓子,女人忙回身作低眉顺眼状,竭力屏蔽男孩振聋发聩的哀嚎。算她有眼力见儿。铜子既养出这等鼠窃狗盗之辈,巡警惩戒不利,只有由他代劳。 “先生,”女人垂着眼,“我儿怎么着您啦?” “显而易见,他行窃未遂,许不是初犯了吧?“ 她死盯着自己鞋尖,“没……就…家里困难…” “我看着像有闲情逸致听你倒苦水?” 她面色愈发黯颓。 “无妨,所幸他碰上的是我,当吃一堑长一智。” “是……”她如鲠在喉。 火候未到。他嗅到她遮羞布下半缕尊严苟延残喘,离万念俱灰尚欠一烹。“那还不道歉?寻常贵族早教他人头落地,也是理所应当。” “……是,是,真是对不起,我深表歉意……”母子相连的刺痛锥骨剜心,但她不敢失礼。 褐色手套挑起她下颌,迫使她抬眼供他端详。泪胀的脸蛋上挂着下城姑娘惯有的郁丧,憔悴黯然中沁着一味任人鱼肉的涩甘,让亚瑟欲罢不能。绝非淑女,却别有风味。 男孩哭声不止,屡屡挣不脱倒刺。 她浑身战栗,“对不起,先生,真…真对不起…用不用我把…那个…还给先生?” “嗯?”他用了点风流倜傥的调子,“那不过是个样版,让令嗣一碰,喏,肮脏了,怎还要得。” “是,先生……”她终于偷了一瞥,只见男孩涕血横流凄凄啜泣。 “不过,”亚瑟从内袋中掏出两枚五十德纳里支票,“我今大发慈悲。拿这些去治能保他不残,日后以勤补拙仍可工作。”他语调轻柔,顿了顿道,“留下疤警以自戒。“ 她惨白如纸,“多谢先生恩惠。” 猎物到手,他凑近耳语,“那你肯定有法子好好谢我,嗯?” 她溃然颔首,默许。一捻沾露红芳,新碾萃取汁液最甘。他虽当下兴致大起,但巡视事不宜迟。“好,那我晚些来。先去料理你儿子吧,他吵得我头疼。”说罢潇洒转身离去。 今天定是吉日。要不是这不敢恭维的气味,亚瑟乐意多来几趟下城。他们怎么受得了屈居濯淖?真君子,他想,宁忍饥而死,绝不卑躬屈膝的匍匐。奈何英雄出场总有跳梁丑角铺垫佐衬。 黄道吉日,诸事皆宜。 哐铛。亚瑟忽感滚浆迸涌,如坠冰窟,尘埃窒肺。 万籁俱寂,四面都是灰土。
Part 1 Chapter III Gram
Hands covered in oil and grease, Gram wiped the sweat from his brow. The damn thing still wasn’t working, but why? Sitting down on the ground with his knees tucked towards his chest, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and inhaled deeply. Why the hell was he stuck working on this heap? It should… Continue reading Part 1 Chapter III Gram
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空气寒凛清冽。 即使身在半空,风里仍残一缕似有若无的泥炭味。 他俯瞰他的故土,今已荒芜。 方圆千里,再无异乡之魂。 众魂皆归他属。 伊琳发起抖来,将披肩裹得更紧些。 伊琳不喜寒冷。颤抖着。挣扎着。像兽。像钟。他知她如知众生,如知机器最细枝末节的运行。她挨冻以伴君,伴君以献殷勤,献殷勤以谋私利。如此,这姿态就空洞了。这位可不是卢克蕾西亚。 他不需那惺惺作态,只要顺服,而她从未也不可能不顺服。钟。 “亲爱的,”他说,往语气里添了一尾温和的余音,“你冻僵了。进去吧。我就来。” 少有人沐寒。寒至洁,不朽,顺噬骨之势磨砺了神智,任何琼浆玉露吞云吐雾的兴奋剂皆望其项背。药物带来的片刻清明终腐化,而冰寒的馈赠予那存在、然冷眼旁观着自身存在者。 当下,巨链无波无折,如盘踞石漠的利维坦蜿蜒而上、腾云驾雾,连接着他脚下氦六方格筑的浮岛。 或以为圆是完美的,是也不是。个圆近乎完美,却能被另一圆毁于一旦。圆与圆不可共存,唯孤圆得以完满。于是蜂群只获准筑六棱的巢。 严丝合缝,层叠林立。士农工商妻儿子女曾重孙代前赴后继、庸庸碌碌,层迭出的不过一盏工整的蜂巢。 寒意通体蔓延。 众生终归尘土,而他将恒常。 他披着风的呼啸回到齿轮之间。机械脑总是去了伪饰更好些。算法再繁复,输出再精密,也难掩机械的僵躯。旧时的电脑实在不雅,时人亦复虚伪。 复杂的机械仍循规蹈矩。选择的前提是破解机理本身,否则便仍沦为刺激-反应的堆砌,齿轮倾轧齿轮。 而他岿然自动。 他是圆。 他是帝。
Chapter II: Slate
Slate stood shovel in hand. It was caked in layers of dust and old cement, now with the addition of a red pattern on the back, drops slowly inching downwards, giving it the image of a red ghost. He had acted on instinct. He had assaulted a ‘lord.’ A lord that had just been torturing… Continue reading Chapter II: Slate