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Undercurrent The synthetic shark skin I wore allowed me to glide through the ocean with such ease. That and the hyper scooter which pulled me approx. 24 clicks an hour. I was positioned just off shore of Mauritius looking for Gymnothorax Sagenodeta to study, a certain Morey Eel species now known to have special organ regenerative properties. I glanced at my watch, “should be any time now”, I thought to myself. I slow my scooter down to reposition my rebreather mask. Another glance at the watch. “Strange” I verbalize, “he should be here by now”. I ping him on the radio. “where ya at Jazz?”. Static. I use my nav to try and pinpoint his location. After a few seconds to process, my readout shows error. I run the process again and recieve the same results. My gut drops at the sight of the readout. “Am I on my own?”
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Evidence “Thanks for meeting me so early”, V’s low voice projects from my laptop. “Well you seemed to take serious interest in my post. Do you really think this video could help unravel some truth?” the man asks sincerely. V gives the man an assuring nod then asks to see the video again. He clarifies that he needs to inspect the original video taken from the device to confirm that it was untampered, the man agrees. V’s low profile glasses projects a POV on my screen in live time and 4k res. In V’s hand, I see an iPhone, displaying a video of a levitating semi-translucent cube in the sky. To be honest, this is one of the clearest videos i’ve seen so far. Without hesitation, I use the remote backdoor device stored in V’s pocket to hack into the mans phone to remove the video and install a malware virus. V looks at his watch, on it a message displayed “Got it V, job done.” V hands the phone back to the man without a word, gets into his truck and leaves him standing there in confusion.
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Harmonic Tones It’s been 3 days since we’ve originally picked up on the unidentified stray sounds from deep outer space. It all started during my normal shift, 3am-11am, on Lunar Station #302. At 4:02 am while balancing on the back two feet of my chair, a usual sign of boredom, my radio monitor started screaming at me causing me to loose my balance and fall to the ground. When I urgently got up to look at what the screen was displaying I saw an unencrypted incoming message ping on my display. My computer recognized the contact from the incoming message and immediately played the message in earpiece. “Yo, were getting crazy radio signals coming in here at #157… You getting anything over there.” Using AI integration I telepathically message her back that I am on the case. I then find a way to pin down the radio signal and send another message, “looks like its coming from the Kepler 90 star system and you should check out the radio signals in audio form, it sounds like music”.
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Cocoon My gaze drifts upward through the skin-like membrane of my Cocoon pod. Stars illuminate the night sky, thankfully, due to my geographical distance away from the technosphere’s pollution. Spinning a holographically augmented dial on my wrist, I tone down the blue light spectrum filter to allow my eyes to prepare for sleep. Feet propped on a smooth off-white table, cut and sanded from a pure mycelium block, I sip on a dark green sleep potion out of a sea glass mug. A deep and subtle hum pulses throughout the Cocoon cavity indicating another cycle intake of salt water for Osmotic energy production and storage. “Another successful day”, my partner remarks. “Yeah, ‘xcept for the fact that we lost our first package to Davy Jones”, I reply with a mechanical rasp. “Mistakes happen”, she replies, “let it go”. “Yeah you’re probably right”, I say as I stand up. I make final checks on the pod’s data panel before the potion takes effect, then fall into a deep sleep dreaming of moths.
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Bio Punk: entry 1 As my eyes adjusted to my surroundings and the ringing in my ears subsided, I was finally able to sit up and assess the situation. My workplace, a peacekeeper station, had just been bombed by what seemed to be one of the latest in weapons tech, a Gravity Imploder. A bomb that manipulates the gravitational field by pulling its surroundings into its core, with incredible force. Thankfully, unlike my other comrades, due to my body mods, especially the nano repair tech and carbon skin shields, I survived the blast. 💥 Acting quickly, I initiate my AI hyper focus mode with a pinch of artificial adrenaline, and find my way out of the building. Using the shadows of the evening sun, I take a moment to pull up A.R. Navigation offline, as I don’t want to be tracked. Thankfully I uploaded local 3D maps to my memory storage last month. I find a shortcut to a friends hideout and b-line it there on foot.
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