FICTION: Soul Machina by Joseph Sale —

I must find The Machine. Darkness and prisons. The gargoyle of modern architecture turned inside out so that it enfolds me. I’m running through thickets of barbed wire, searching laser lights and glowing alarms like wolf eyes. Deeper and deeper winding down to some cosmic and infernal core. The belch of fumes from a gut. […]

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