No "resolution" so I went with "resolve", from my philosophical #godpunk fantasy, "Laughter of the Hunted Gods".

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"Prototype" from my #godpunk WIP "Laughter of the Hunted Gods":

“This is the newest iteration of that weapon. But the prototype I used that day—it harvested the spark, as intended. But it also laid waste to the fortress and most of the island.”

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From "Laughter of the Hunted Gods," my philosophical #godpunk #ecofantasy about a broken godslayer seeking redemption and connection in the rust and ruin of a dying magitech dystopia.

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Been awhile since I did a #WIPSnips post!

From "Laughter of the Hunted Gods," my philosophical #godpunk #ecofantasy about a broken godslayer seeking redemption and connection in the rust and ruin of a dying magitech dystopia.

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To the confoundment of those present, a shirtless man covered in egregious tattoos depicting an assortment of violence intermixed with burn welts, gouges, and scars who wore baggy black jeans, topped with a World War One face mask stopped welding to confront Acsel’s plea. Upon recognition of the cons, he dropped his stinger onto a steel table with a loud series of clacks, tossed heavy gloves atop the tool, and worked his way across the steel platforms to the group. The chromer, tagged Fix, joined the escort to the main structure in the middle of the nest. Miranda and Tune wordlessly expressed concern to their friend at the sight of Fix. Acsel replied with a calm wink. A pair of crumbled factories reinforced with steel and rusted iron haphazardly welded together surrounded them. Despite the magnificently competent work done, no clear vision of the final project existed. Once inside, the cacophonous clamor came to a drastic halt. Fix turned Acsel to face him. “I thought you died!” The muffled voice and the gasp of air from the filter made Fix appear to be a villain or mutant or mutant villain. No proper doors and many ins and outs dotted the warehouse full of crates and supplies. The salvaged goods varied in age, condition, and brand. Some scavenged and others stolen or otherwise acquired from corporate stores and vendors. In the opposite corner beyond the gathered gang a locked down steel cubicle protected the most precious of all the Slammers possessions, the sound system and the node loaded with all of Slam’s music, even the rare tracks, the remixes, and the underground album Frag the G from way back when they rocked in New Chic. The rest of the room cluttered itself with pneumatic tanks to run power tools, a huge battery station for the battery-operated equipment, and spare parts and bits for continued operation.

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Acsel and Miranda led themselves and Tune to the Slammers, a violent gang in the War Zone and mutual acquaintance. They needed a bit of assistance to re-enter New Frisco in Between Neon and The Light.
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Between Neon and The Light
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“Likewise, China.” Acsel returned the kindness and escorted his yuyu out of the apartment. The rain swept in as Acsel stopped at a vendor near the entrance to the Piazzu. “Yep, figured.” He acquired three disposable masks and raincoats from the boxes on the vendor’s table as he typed a number into his credstick and held it out. “Two Ninety.” The old man revealed a devilish grin. “Was two fifty last week!” Acsel snarled and adjusted the number on his credstick. The money transferred from one to the other. “Fraggin gannet bastard.” The cons handed out the gear which he and Tune immediately donned. Miranda scoffed and held the two items with reluctant fingertips. “What’re these for?” Acsel hailed a cab. “Rain and can’t catch a sherbert wifout masks. Put it on.” “A what?” Tune stepped in and raised both eyebrows. “A sherbert, short for sherbert dab, Brit slang for cab.” “Why?” Miranda looked up at the dreary red and orange sky, beyond the neon of the skyrisers and holobillboards where no star could be gleaned. “What’s wif all the questions?” Acsel dared to spit out. “What? Am I whining too much for you?” The now out of her element Miranda mocked. Tune stepped in between them while Acsel worked on their ride. “Because sweetheart, the rain here is acidic and the plagues are everywhere. Can you imagine what would happen if a single cabbie caught it? C’mon now, let him do what he does best, and we’ll all be better off for it, just like you the past few days. Actual?”

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The nomad Miranda guided Acsel and Tune to New Frisco where Acsel took over lead and negotiated his way through deals to swiftly acquire all they needed to get the data someplace safe in Between Neon and The Light subroutine Wstlnd.swap( NF ).
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Einnar and Remi break into the Hirotomi laboratory where the data is held. Their job is to destroy the lab and steal the data in Between Neon and The Light subroutine Compiled : Return NULL.
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Between Neon and The Light
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The veteran returned with a paltry amount of brackish water. He laid with her, the hot sand, and chilled winds. “Babe!” Einnar whispered as he nudged the motionless Remi. “Wha.” She stirred and barely moved. “Drink this.” Einnar offered the hat. Remi lifted her head and opened her mouth while he poured the murky fluid. She jerked from the taste. He grasped her jaw and prevented her from spitting any out. “No, babe, drink it.” She swallowed. “It’s not clean.” The whisper forced its way to him. “Could kill us.” “We’ll deal with that after we get out of here. Right now, you need water. Drink.” Her refusal died along with any remaining energy. He gave all the gathered water to the nearly expired fleshtek. She fainted. He licked the moisture from the hat and awaited dawn. At sunrise Einnar whispered to not attract any unwanted predators and shook Remi to no effect. “Babe! Babe!” She remained still and silent. “Stay here, I’ll be back in a few hours.” He relented and staggered off in the direction of the vulture’s last travel. The safari hat hung from his belt as he ascended the scorched rocks. Einnar discovered the vulture retirement spot to be not as distant as he’d believed. A pothole of collected rainwater and scattered bird feces awaited his arrival. The scant few birds hidden in the rocky shadows dispersed from the giant’s approach. He hesitated not, filled the hat, and drank the remainder himself. Somewhat renewed, Einnar scrambled across the rocks to the campsite. Remi’s fever raged as she moaned uncontrollably. As delicately as possible he fed her the water. “I’m sorry babe. There’s nothing more I can do. I don’t have the strength to try anymore.”

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Stranded in the desert after Remi suffered a deeply infected wound, Einnar struggled to keep them alive in Between Neon and The Light subroutine Compiled : Return NULL
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The prisoner seeped out a heavy breath. “Then we caught a break. Hirotomi didn’t realize the threat the Vice President, uh, frag, what’s his name? Of Uraguay.” He snapped his fingers to remember. “Well, anyway . . .” “Perez.” “Yeah!” Kane snapped his fingers one final time, pointed at Oliver, and gleamed. “Uh, yeah, Perez was under threat of a coup from his cousin, I think it was, so this guy was paranoid right? He recorded everything, everywhere, all the time. Hirotomi didn’t realize this when he went to the guy and threatened him to cooperate. We had the recording.” “This wasn’t in your trial.” “Yeah.” Kane laughed mockingly. “Funny how it works huh? Damn thing got itself erased. Don’t know who done it. Got me good with that slag. I still have my doubts about the Sanders guy.” He drifted off into deep memory. “What do you mean?” Kane snapped awake at the question. He shrugged and held his hands innocently aloft. “Well, c’mon. Smells like a setup to me.” “An elaborate one perhaps.” “Yeah, that’s what they said.” “At your trial.” “Yeah.” “What happened?” “At the trial? You’ve got a copy of it, I’m sure.” “Yes, I mean no, tell me what happened at Hirotomi’s Tower.” Oliver corrected himself to stay on topic.

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Kane being questioned by a corporate lawyer at the New Frisco Federal Penitentiary in effort to assess if early release in exchange for servitude on the front lines of a war was in order in Between Neon and The Light.
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The bike rocked madly when Miranda fired the stolen booster auto-shotgun. Massive recoil from the immensely powerful weapon sent the firearm into Damien’s back before it bounced out to the side and reflected off the handlebars. She rotated her shoulder and grimaced at the new bruise. “Ow! What the hell! That fragging hurt!” His desolate glare calmed when she looked him in the eye and grinned. Even with plush swollen and split lips, both eyes blackened, and blood matted hair Damien found himself entranced by the untamed nomad woman. “Can’t be helped!” She fired a wild shot and barely controlled the recoil. Preparedness for the heavy weapon did little for him as the dual-roller wobbled and damn near wiped out. Damien scowled, bruises and cuts from head to toe amplified the whacks in the back. Miranda’s high-speed beauty and adrenaline from the race of certain death wrestled with new-found courage. He grabbed her filthy tangled hair and slammed a huge kiss onto cracked lips. “Ouch! You fragnut! Can’t you see my fragging lip is busted open?” “Can’t be helped!” Damien gunned the bike to maximum throttle and settled into full combat drive mode. The real-life high-speed chase led them to dodge grifters, potholes, trash, burned out vehicles, rubble from fallen architecture, and skeletal remains of the wars. Damien masterfully zipped through all of it with a super-hot woman on his lap. “This is the best video game ever.” He slipped into a relaxed focus on the race as they tore through busy decayed streets before he remembered her question. “Yeah, I know where you’re talking about. What of it?”

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Miranda and Damien begin to fall for one another as they make their escape from the Metal Maelstrom booster gang and race through the remains of the Breach Zone to her people in Between Neon and The Light.
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Between Neon and The Light is a maniacal Snatch (2000) at the wheel while Johnny Mnemonic (1981) and Prophesy (1995) are terrified and holding hands in the back seat.

Specifically? William Gibson, all of them, not just Johnny Mnemonic.
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If you're thinking, "Well, how do they get past the claymore trap?", you may be surprised to find out the trap isn't the only thing that goes wrong in the following few minutes of this scene. 😉
It gets worse, way worse.
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pg334 has spoilers so here's page 33. Einnar and Remi are trapped in the Colorado Desert with a helicopter low on fuel and landed in hope of finding supplies in Between Neon and The Light.
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The swirl of abyss and black nightmares ceased. Damien found himself on the cracked concrete floor of a former nightclub. Moisture and rank sewer filth covered his person. He spit out congealed blood and examined the sparse room. A mob of cyber laced, steeled-out, juiced to cyb-heaven boosters relaxed, carried on, and slam danced to the hardcore and overtly loud metal music. The boss and de facto leader of the gang dragged a slave girl by the hair closer to Damien and lorded over the diminished syscrak. A plethora of the warboss’ many tattoos glowed neon, one of which displayed the number seventeen as a kill counter. If Damien had such a counter, it would read null. The beast of a man commanded great respect from the horde, due in part to his fanatical aggression but also for the rare talent and capacity for coherent thought amidst the haze of incredible drugs. Despite the dangerous position Damien found himself in, the nomad girl caught his attention. The normally attractive fit figure and lovely façade diminished at the sight of long wavy brown locks caked with blood. Fortunately for the lady, the boosters held aloft reckless violence, hate, and drugs as the ultimate get off, the concept of woman abused in that way held no appeal. “So yuyu. What tha frag yous is doin in my bat’room, huh?” The deafening concert and associated amiable attitude dimmed when the warboss interrupted the chaos of the slam dancing masses in the graffiti coated room. Damien broke from his daydream of the captive woman and cringed when the crowded room of junk head gang members notorious for violence all turned their attention from the party to him in expectation of a prompt answer.

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The syscrak Damien escaped SecureCorp soldiers through the sewers before he found a place to clean up and think only to discover boosters who knocked him out and it's where he meets the Miranda in Between Neon and The Light subroutine Access Denied.
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Fallen skyrisers and old skyscrapers littered the ruins. Scattered among them a graveyard of twisted vehicular remains and craters from age-old bombs. Wear from the irradiated sand on the wind aggressively attacked the broken concrete landscape. Domiciles, factories, and more created piles and resembled clawed protrusions amid the dismal darkness and wasted remains akin to ancient angry gods who reached out from below the wretched earth. Others crumbled low and created deep and wide chasms, the likes of which spanned miles and resembled giant cracks in dried mud. Miranda led them as if she’d been in that decayed place before and indeed, she had. The dread determination in Miranda’s face as they worked quickly along the fractured terrain instilled silence upon both men. Approximately an hour scrolled by when Tune increased his stride to trek alongside her. Secondhand terror and weary legs had worn thin. “I’m deathly tired and so thirsty.” Tune whispered. Emphasis on his immediate pains plagued any reluctance to break the silence. “Push through it. We have to . . .” Tune interrupted first. “But . . .” Acsel interrupted the interruption as he rushed closer. “What we runnin from anyways? Why’re you so scared? You’re scarin Tune, 'ell, you’re scarin me.”

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Miranda led Acsel and Tune through the broken Breach Zone beyond the borders of NF. She knew what's out there among the skeletal remains of the long dead city. Here in Between Neon and The Light, the guys work up the nerve to ask her.
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Miranda got her new boyfriend Damien to NFPD in the Corporate Zone as her family attacked it and stole plenty. Here, in Between Neon and The Light we have them saying their farewell's as war wages around them.
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Shop Talk: Names On Names                Naming characters can be one of the most frustrating things about writing books.    &nbs…

Want some more behind the scenes about the writing process for Once Upon a Punk Show?

Today I'm talking about how all my characters got named.

(Spoiler: Blame the World Cup for a few)

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An explosion illuminated the sky. Damien ducked into the shadows of a huge artistic statue in front of the skyriser lobby. No desire to leave Miranda to be captured, he strained to overhear the conversation and frantically aroused his courage. Bravery waned in the worst way when explosions and bullets overwhelmed the distant dialog. His hands trembled with exhaustion and trepidation, breath heaved and ripped through tired lungs, Damien forced himself to inch toward the unaware target. The nomad woman ignored the blood as it trickled from her nose and climbed to her feet at the behest of the SecureCorp agent. Sergeant Telik spun Miranda, shoved her, and remained disciplined with the angry end of the firearm. “Captain said some would make a break for the police station.” A grin of pride accompanied the words. “Where’s the kid?” Miranda’s weapon skipped and clattered across the pavement when Telik kicked it. Miranda shrugged. “What kid?” The butt of the ten-millimeter slammed into Miranda’s head. The fatigued nomad plummeted to the ground. Telik raised her mechanical voice to a shriek. “Play dumb with me, huh?”

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Kane's second in command Sergeant Telik surprised Miranda and Damien as they snuck away from the Corporate Zone battle to get Damien's node to the police in Between Neon and The Light subroutine Access Denied.
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Miranda's been shot and refused to go down in favor of continuing the fight for her friends in Between Neon and The Light subroutine os.remove( "angfll.txt" ).
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Miranda and the boys trudged through the Breach Zone as she guided them back to New Frisco. Wild dogs cornered the heroes before a radiation wind ran them off in Between Neon and The Light subroutine const runtime_error& other.
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While trying to escape the Colorado desert, Einnar and Remi went to loot a small structure when he spotted a fridge within through the torn cracks of black painted windows in Between Neon and The Light subroutine Return NULL.
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Miranda led the city boys through the Breech Zone to escape Kane's relentless pursuit. They encountered wild irradiated dogs who scattered from an imminent radiation storm where she hid them in Between Neon and The Light subroutine const runtime_error& other.
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She got them through the Breech Zone and into New Frisco but Miranda learned the hard way about street life as Tune calmed her and Acsel when they got into it over her lesson learned in Between Neon and The Light subroutine Wstlnd.swap( NF ).
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Sorry so late to breakfast but I had to beat on my keyboard for a few hours to catch up with the amazing dream I had for bk 2 of Between Neon and The Light which ofc will now be Between Neon and The Dark.
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After the police bungled the acquisition of the Hirotomi data, Kane was sent out to retrieve it. Here in Between Neon and The Light, he's tracked down the Syscrak involved thanks to the forced cooperation from a street punk chip dealer.
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Here's another Bad Guy I Love... cause I wrote him 🤪

Wodanaz... German thunder god and that ex of Eris' that sure would like to bring magic back to humanity. At what cost though?

Once Upon a Punk Show.

Sing together. Save the world together.

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The terrifying and juiced to cyb-heaven leader of the booster gang Metal Maelstrom, Barbaroy just had his 6-gauge and bike stolen by Miranda and Damien who met as his captives and escaped in Between Neon and The Light chapter Access Denied.
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#WIPSnip #bail
5p00k and Rache are searching for the right hardware guy who can help them install a liquid CPU for their new AI in Between Neon and The Light chapter ELI = open( "Deity.AI", "x" ).
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