(image from https://www.instagram.com/ozotheclown/) Cargo Specialist 8271 Corman was a mariner in the eternal sea of space. It was his charge to assure the cargo loaded aboard the ship made it safely to its destination. Like most processes though it had been largely automated so that the human aboard the vessel acted as little more than a caretaker. The navigation and other critical mission elements were handled by systems he could only interact with on the most rudimentary level. He couldn't adjust the speed, alter the course, every variable was left beyond his control in the invisible hands of processors and anonymous remote operators who kept an invisible tether on the ship from command centers that would take years to reach. Corman had to work according to the schedule of his titanium surrogate. Checking system statuses as well as checking on the cargo were duties blah performed at precise intervals until he became another mechan
This is a collection of anecdotes from the fringes of reality, a tapestry stitched together from our dreams as well as our nightmares, from the fears that haunt the collective imagination. These are the symptoms of the sickness known as the human condition.