Tuesday

SERIAL: WEAPON EYES, SIR - PART 13 - DECISION MAKER


Paul S. Grimsley has been a Weaponizer contributor since nearly the very first blog post - he was one of the early writers to come on board, and has helped out with editing duties in the past. After producing a wide variety of vivid, violent and scintillating futurist flash fictions for us, he embarked on his serial, named for the site, WEAPON EYES, SIR. A neo-brutalist biopunk espionage thriller, it features terse dialogue, mind-bending biotech and flashes of adrenaline-infused action. The story so far: Stanley is in posession of some deadly new weaponised biotech - the Weapon Eyes. But he is not the only one who knows about this evolution in enhancile combat... Today, we welcome Paul back to the site to finish off his Weaponizer magnum opus. Read Part 13 below, or if you're new to the tale, read from the beginning.


'Gambon?'

'Yes?'

'Scalp Ester.'

'Dig, mirror, upload?'

'Usual protocol.'

'Meat substitute?'

'Of course. Appearances matter.'

Grunewald got one of his other lieutenants on the line.

...READ SERIAL: 'WEAPON EYES, SIR: PART 13 - DECISION MAKER' NOW


READ FROM THE BEGINNING

SERIAL: ELKWOOD - PART EIGHT


Zach Leverton's cavepunk fantasy ELKWOOD continues! Our narrator approaches the village of the witches, hunting for his pack and rifle. Will he get away unscathed? or will he have to spill blood before the day is won?

The mouth of the cave let through a cloudy grey light which penetrated nothing but the thick air. All was black and rock, all was mist. Dorothy, apprehensive and careful, slinked silently behind me as we descended the sloping, spiral path carved into the bowl of this hollow place, towards the apartment caves. Strewn about the entrance of each was dead animal and trinket alike. Stolen lives and stolen goods, twisted for the purposes of whatever dark rituals the women of this place saw fit ...READ 'ELKWOOD: PART EIGHT' NOW!

READ FROM THE BEGINNING

Monday

FLASH FICTION: ALL 'RODES LEAD TO ROAM


Our newest Weaponeer James D. Bovington debuts with this short, sharp future-shock tale of implants, wetware and tech-smuggling. In a post-singularity future where The Matrix is a memory, what makes a man human?

He was a cartoonist by trade but between jobs he was a ‘middleman’ - a tech-smuggler. What I’m trying to ingrain here is that this man smuggled an awful lot of tech, whereas not many people had seen his cartoons ...READ FLASH FICTION: ALL 'RODES LEAD TO ROAM NOW!

Friday

FLASH FICTION: FRESH AIR



Meet new Weaponeer Alex Snow, an itinerant science fiction enthusiast who brings us a debut tale for the site in the form of Fresh Air, a cautionary tale about curious children and exoplanetary botany.

With a temperate climate and lots of natural sunlight, there was no surprise that some of the more well-meaning boffins had decided to bring their children along, unfortunately forgetting that kids aren't often interested in untouched natural utopias. Indeed, many fellow colonists considered this type of 'plus one'-ing a cardinal sin, as the type of people who signed up for leaving civilisation to live out on the edge of known space were understandably often the type who didn't want to be around other people ...READ FLASH FICTION: 'FRESH AIR' NOW!

Tuesday

SERIAL: ELKWOOD, PART SEVEN


As Dorothy and the hunter make their way up the dangerous, enchanted mountain, they begin to hear strange sounds emerging from the mist. As ELKWOOD returns, learn the horrific origin of the Wicthes of Urrut, and take a few more halting steps towards the journey's end... Zach Leverton's cavepunk fantasy epic continues!

In the clouds above came a distant choir of prayer to ancient god, or perhaps a hex on an old enemy, some witch. Perhaps our quarry was mashing rock on rock and chortling a thousand curses from her throat. As we ascended, we came into the mist of the lower-hanging clouds. I could see the mist itself slither over my hand as I wafted it before my face. Dorothy’s hackles rose and her nose darted around, her eyes widening just so. I hissed a curse and pulled my sword, leveling it with an outstretched arm beside me, ready to swing, parting my feet wider under me ...READ 'ELKWOOD: PART SEVEN' NOW!

>>READ 'ELKWOOD' FROM THE BEGINNING


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.

Wednesday

SERIAL: ELKWOOD, PART SIX


Zach Leverton's cavepunk oddysey ELKWOOD continues! Spanning horror, fantasy and speculative fiction, Leverton's mysterious tale gets deeper and weirder in this episode, as we learn more about the origin of the hunters and their intelligent white dogs. Read Part Six now!

We came to this place looking for secrets. We called it Urrut, which in the old tongue meant Old Place. It bordered a small kingdom of no significance, other than that it was near these mountains. The borderland was vast; long plains of grass and great rock shelves, impossible to climb. Cranes and bridges had to be built so that men could cross. When the expenses for it were accrued, many asked “Why bother? What possible reason could there be for men to bring their wives and children to Hell?” ...READ SERIAL: 'ELKWOOD' PART SIX NOW!

Friday

VHS ROCKS: MANBORG!



"Manborg is a creative and hilarious love letter to a VHS sub culture. Perhaps it has limited appeal to only those who know what we mean when we refer to a top loader. Perhaps those weened on a diet of CGI will fail to understand the beauty and static grace of stop animation. 

Kostanski didn't make Manborg for the masses but he has openly expressed his love of this sub-genre of cinema for everyone to see. 

He made Manborg for those of us who lived and breathed it in our youths and it was a welcome trip down memory lane and a rocking good time."

Via @CHackenbush

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