from a distorted periphery I can see the present bequeathed to me past is hazy too cloudy to be seen consumed by a future looming lucid like a scream One more encore And then I'll move onto something new one more replay and the reel…

Debugger Breaking Down As The Simulation Begins Playing 52 Card Pickup. I'm praying to be dealt a new hand.

Within the holographic display of the Generation Ship, this was the first dream that they programmed. It would repeat and echo itself across an infinite number of simulated lifetimes, adding some tender warmth to the Great Sleep.

At first, all the cogs and gears worked gracefully. Those hibernated on the Generation Ship lived happily under the watchful eye of its holographic array, in a state of simulated bliss. I could only watch from behind glass. A conductor cannot…

Over millennia, the Generation Ship passed through the light of thousands of suns. Its sheathing was designed to protect its delicate equipment and sensitive cargo from the hazards of the Dangerous Space.

Under the holographic array, those hibernated experienced one lifetime after another, fueled by the seeds of the Root Dream. The Root Dream danced with their own memories from a dead planet, and spawned a plethora of evolving child dreams. Each…

As the Conductor, I could not partake in the dream cycles. My life had been extended through artificial means so I could survive the long journey, living a single uninterrupted existence with my own segregated dreams. From behind the cold metal…

What had begun as a perfunctory piloting exercise turned into a near disaster. Attempting to navigate the Generation Ship around the outer rung of a red dwarf, I was caught unsuspecting by a poorly timed geomagnetic storm. This was further…

My initial assessment of the holographic array is not promising. There is clear deterioration to the core storage. The root dream had been in one of the modules most impacted, and parts of it were erased. I'm attempting to parse the diagnostic…

I've established a mindlink to the holographic array aboard the Generation Ship, and it's a very difficult to describe what this experience is like. I'm partially omnipresent overlooking all simulations simultaneously, and can be somewhat disorienting…

The glitching in her simulated reality has catastrophically worsened. I can only watch as the vast skyline surrounding her begins to contort, flickering in and out of existence at a frenetic speed. She attempts to scream for help, but the sounds…

After getting a fix on the simulation of the Hibernator who nearly awoke, all I'm seeing is indecipherable chaos. Within her simulated reality, the world that envelopes her is shattered and volatile, like a perpetual fever dream. If this sample…

The loud din of clarions echoed through the halls of the Generation Ship, which had undertaken significant damage. While I was lost inside the holographic array, the ship had pulled into a stellar active zone. The automated navigation attempted…

The mindlink to the holographic array is in critical condition. I'm working with an ion refabricator to repair the apparatus, while simultaneously keeping tabs on the Generation Ship itself through a parallel link to the navigation system. Sparks…

Everything feels like a dream, as I ebb and flow in and out of lucidity. I think I can still 'feel' the ship on some level, but it's an enigma to me what's going on. My landscape isn't stable, constantly shifting from one environment to another…

I drift through tangled simulated frameworks and kaleidoscopic pixels, the simulation breaking down into a series of patchwork islands on a fractal sea. There is the faintest din of activity from the navigation system, but I'm in no shape to act…

Bonus Track #2 (Was having too much fun with this sample.) Librivox Recording on Archive.Org - “The Last Man” (1826) by Anonymous https://archive.org/details/shortsciencefictioncollection100_2407_librivox/shortsciencefictioncollection100_06_various_128kb…

I think this will be over soon. The durations of missing time and non-existence are becoming more and more pronounced, with only brief shimmers of lucidity, where I wake up disoriented and in a nebulous hellscape of moving pixels and distorted…

Bonus Track #1

an eye gazing into its inner space finds only a pale reflection of another's retina