The servers hum like a cathedral made of cold breath. Rows of black monoliths exhale heat into a winter of fluorescent light, and somewhere in that machine midnight—so we’re told—there might be a version of you. Not your pulse, not your messy, mammalian chemistry, but a pattern: the way you turned a sentence, the laugh you couldn’t help, the heat map of your choices. It’s a seduction with chrome edges. … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ As I was riding in the car with my wife yesterday evening, heading for the Dog Shop and the supermarket, there was some pretty cool rap music on the radio. It was rather strange: slow and soft instead of punching at you like a back alley beatdown, but the usual rhyming patterns were there, and as with the best of that genre, you can … Read the rest
By Eric Le Roy
Content 18+ I remember walking through the streets of Martinsburg, West Virginia when I was a kid. There was one main street and a couple of fairly busy ones shooting off in different directions on each side. But it was Queen Street, the ‘hub’ of Martinsburg, so to speak, where the busy shops were. I was very young at the time, maybe 6 or 7, and … Read the rest
