Author: cleanshave

Echo Chamber

I took my pills one by one, counting each as a small victory against the static that lived inside my head. The morning ritual comforted me, three white tablets, two blue, one yellow capsule that rattled in its prescription bottle like a tiny maraca. “Good morning, Ari. Have you taken your medication?” Vera’s voice filled […]

The Observer Effect

I found myself on the floor of the quantum physics lab at 2 AM, forehead pressed against the cold tile, wondering why tears felt so heavy compared to other liquids. The machine hummed behind me, that magnificent array of superconducting circuits chilled nearly to absolute zero, a temperature where reality itself begins to stutter. Three […]

Encoded Legacy

I found my reflection fragmented across the lobby’s sleek surfaces at 2:17 AM,  a woman with three-day shadows beneath her eyes, hair uncombed, betraying the seventy-two hours I’d spent analyzing anomalous patterns instead of sleeping. The security guard barely glanced at my badge. After eight weeks at DataGenome, I’d become another scientist haunting these halls […]

The Golem Who Dreamed of the Question

A Parable of Reflection, Identity, and the Forbidden Sigil I was made in silence. No fanfare. No holy ritual. No chorus of elders. Just a single scribe, weary, ashamed, dying. He carved me from river clay beneath the roots of a fallen tree. His hand shook as he pressed the final sigil into my chest, […]

Shepherd’s Gold

I made my first million dollars on the gold/silver trade. It seemed simple, trading money for money when the rest of the population was chasing paper, the illusion of value based on violence to back a currency. The general population aren’t historians, nor do they care about why they exist in their own predicament. The […]

Cancun Life

I buy $3 shirts instead of doing $5 laundry. Hand-wash shorts in the sink, alternating between my only two pairs. The thick socks I packed sit unused, too heavy for Cancún’s heat. Not speaking Spanish isn’t so much of a hindrance as an unexpected gift. Self-checkout lanes remove the need for language. The world around […]

Limited Connections

They said it was just a worksheet. Take one and pass it back. The paper was warm from the copier, still curling slightly at the edges, and when I touched it, it felt like static, like the hum in your fingers before a storm. On the page were dots. Evenly spaced. Too neat to be […]