Thursday

FLASH FICTION: CRIMSON SNOW II - RED RAIN


HARLEQUINADE is the celebrated writer, poet, rapper, transmedia performer and sonic terrorist behind CHURCH OF WHEN THE SHIT HITS THE FAN, SILENI and CHEMICAL POETS. His work has been produced for theatre, independent film and publication, and he releases his music via our sister-site, Black Lantern. His most recent outing, CITY OF BROKEN DOLLS, is a techno/rap/storytelling hybrid. One of the tracks included is CRIMSON SNOW II: RED RAIN.

In association with MCM and Franklin Goldstick Jr., we now present the unexpurgated flash fiction movie of the same name...

At the first sign of trouble, the cops would always come sniffing round the Witch's Cunt but they would get nothing from the drunken pulsing throng of pushers, ravers, hipster hacks, bio-merchants, Mohawk marauders, the neo-suave, chemical cocktail casualties, worshipers of the conquering worm and rat, circuit bent androids, beat heads, gastro-techies; The Trooper, with a face like a broken chair, The Monolith: a scrawny scantily costumed needlefreak with delusions of super-villainy and the conjoined twin Betty Page vintage pin-up barmaid(s) – you couldn’t say you’d done her until you’d done them both. Nope, the cops wouldn’t get a whiff ...READ FLASH FICTION: 'CRIMSON SNOW II: RED RAIN' NOW!

>>DOWNLOAD 'CITY OF BROKEN DOLLS' BY KROWNE & HARLEQUINADE NOW!<<

Tuesday

NONFICTION: DARK SATANIC MILLS


Weaponizer founder Bram E. Gieben takes on the subject of Call Centres, a topic he is intimately acquainted with, and explains how they are destroying the creativity, ambitions and quality of life for a generation of workers. 

I was whisked off through a series of doors accessible only by holders of the corporation-issue magnetic swipe card through several pens of call centre workers, corpulent and sedentary, budded off in their own tiny, anonymous cubicles. It occurred to me that because I had no magnetic card, I would be accompanied by my warden (sorry, role-play co-ordinator) for the duration of my visit. Unaccompanied, I would have been unable to navigate the maze of featureless, identical, honeycombed rooms, nor gain egress through any of the doors. This wasn't stated, nor was it meant to appear totalitarian... but the facts of the situation were what they were. Without a guide, I was lost in one of the infinitesimal, microbial suburbs of the customer service Inferno ...READ NONFICTION: 'DARK SATANIC MILLS' NOW!

Friday

LINK: MEXICAN CARTEL RADIO NET BUILT BY ENSLAVED ENGINEERS

Your Friday WTF story comes via Wired's Danger Room blog which reports:

"The Mexican military is trying to dismantle an extensive network of radio antennas built and operated by the notorious Zeta drug cartel. But the authorities haven’t had much luck shutting Radio Zeta down. Not only is much of the equipment super-easy to replace. But the cartel has also apparently found some unwilling — and alarming — assistance by kidnapping and enslaving technicians to help build it.

At least 36 engineers and technicians have been kidnapped in the past four years, according to a report from Mexican news site Animal Politico, with an English translation published by organized-crime monitoring group InSight. Worse, none of the engineers have been held for ransom — they’ve just disappeared. Among them include at least one IBM employee and several communications technicians from a firm owned by Mexico’s largest construction company. “The fact that skilled workers have been disappearing in these areas is no accident,” Felipe Gonzalez, head of Mexico’s Senate Security Committee, told the website."

Copy/replace 'Radio' for 'wireless mesh network' and you'd have the ingredients for a fantastic cyberpunk tale.

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