Brutal Experimentations, Unexpected Content
## The Static Between Stars The chipped Formica counter felt cold under Anya’s elbows. Rain lashed against the diner window, blurring the neon glow of “Rosie’s” into watery streaks. She traced patterns on her lukewarm coffee cup, ignoring Earl the…
## The Grain of Memory The cabin exhaled Autumn. Beeswax clung to the air, a sweet counterpoint to the sharp tang of cedar plank. Dust motes danced in the slant of afternoon light, illuminating Elsie’s world. Not a pristine museum…
## The Bloom Thief The chipped Formica countertop stuck to Elsie’s forearm. Rain lashed against the window of the diner, blurring the neon glow of “Rosie’s” into a smear of pink and blue. She traced the condensation with her fingertip,…
## The Static Bloom The air tasted like burnt sugar and regret. Not a chemical tang, but something deeper, woven into the particulate shimmer that coated everything on Isohel Prime. Thirty layers of atmosphere did *that* to a planet, apparently.…
## The Scent Collector The salt spray tasted like regret. Elias Thorne, botanist and reluctant ghost-hunter of forgotten smells, gripped the rail of the *Althea*, his knuckles bone-white. The Aegean churned grey beneath a bruised sky, mirroring the static in…
The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of Silas’s shack, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic drumming in his chest. He hadn’t slept properly in days, not since the anomaly hit Sector 7. The air, usually a thick soup…
The rain in Bristol clung to everything – the cobblestones slick with a pewter sheen, the damp brick of Ashton Mead Gardens leaning into the perpetual gloom. It smelled of wet earth and something older, a decaying sweetness that clung…
The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the Helix, a sound like a thousand frantic fingers drumming. Below, the city – or what was left of it – bled into an oppressive grey. Layers upon layers of concrete…
The rain in New Seattle tasted like static. It slicked the neon signs of Lower Meridian and drummed a persistent rhythm against the corrugated iron roofs. I gripped the damp edge of the Skywalk, my boots kicking up a spray…
The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of O’Malley’s Bait & Tackle, a relentless percussion that mirrored the anxiety thrumming beneath Silas’ skin. He wiped condensation from his worn baseball cap, letting it fall back into place with a…
The rain tasted like iron and ozone. It hammered against the corrugated steel roof of the Bio-Nexus, a persistent drumbeat accompanying the low thrum emanating from within. I watched it fall on the moss-slicked windows of Sector 7, my fingers…
The rain tasted of wet earth and woodsmoke. It pressed down on the moss, a thick, emerald blanket clinging to the roots of the ancient Japanese maples. Each drop amplified the scent – a deep, resinous musk overlaid with something…
The rain tasted like salt and regret. I watched it sheet down the corrugated iron roof of the Fisherman’s Rest, a pub clinging to the edge of Valoria, a village that seemed determined to dissolve back into the bruised grey…
The rain tasted like salt and regret. I watched it sheet down the corrugated iron roof of the Fisherman’s Rest, a pub clinging to the edge of Valoria, a village that seemed determined to dissolve back into the bruised grey…
What They Are and How to Use Them What is an LLM? A Large Language Model (LLM) is a type of artificial intelligence (AI) designed to understand and generate human-like text. Built on deep learning and natural language processing (NLP), LLMs are trained on massive datasets of…