…there is a presence, crisp, sterile and disturbing:

Note: The pictures were taken with a 1.3 megapixel camera, to ensure their kippleization.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/74285152@N00/sets/72157622774242606/

This month I am participating in National Novel Writing Month, by attempting to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. It will not surprise you to learn that my novel has some very strong cyberpunk themes to it. I thought I would post this short excerpt to see what you all thought of it.

The county dump was a few miles outside of town. In a few minutes they were they were pulling up to the darkened facility.
“Should I leave my headlights on so you can see?” asked Bryan.
“No, they actually have security cameras. I doubt anyone ever checks them. But even if they do they wouldn’t be able to tell who anybody was as long as they aren’t illuminated. So keep your lights off. I have an LED on my key chain.”
As they got out of the car, Bryan asked, “So, have you cut a hole in the fence some where”?
“No,” he replied, “that is not really a very elegant solution. I would prefer to have the people running the dump not even now that people are dumpster diving”.
“So how are going to get in?” Bryan asked.
“We just climb over the fence,” he answered.
“But it’s a barbed wire fence. How will we be able to get over it without needing tetanus shots”?
“I’ll show you,” Edwin said while reaching back into Bryan’s car.
He came back out with the floor mat from Bryan’s car. Bryan looked askance at him but said nothing. They walked towards the fence, the light of the nearly full moon providing more than enough light to see. When they reached the base of the fence, Edwin handed Bryan the floor mat and climbed up near the top of the fence. He waved for Bryan to hand him the floor mat. He took it and draped it over the barbed wire. This created a place on the top of the fence where he could grip the top of the fence without injuring himself. He pulled himself over and let himself drop to the ground.
Looking back through the fence at Bryan he grinned and said, “Nothing to it. Barbed wire seems pretty silly don’t you think”?
Bryan just laughed and started climbing the fence. After he was back on the ground on the other side, they set off across the complex. They left the floor mat on the fence so they wouldn’t have to put it back up on the way out.
“This isn’t going to smell very nice is it?” asked Bryan, his voice dripping with sarcasm. It was clear from his tone that he considered his question to be rhetorical.
“Actually, it is not going to be very bad,” replied Edwin, “The dump prohibits throwing away electronics in the trash. There are some toxic chemicals in some of the components that have to be disposed of in a special way. So they have a separate dumpster for electronics and computers and such”.
“That’s pretty awesome actually,” Bryan said, “It’s almost like they want people to take that stuff”.
“I think that may actually be the case. I can’t be sure, but why would they really mind. It costs money to dispose of that stuff correctly. Not to mention that it is better for the environment for all this to be reused instead of thrown away.”
They came to the electronics dumpster and he opened the lid. As Edwin peered in he saw that it was almost empty.
“Damn. They must have just emptied it. I’m going to have to crawl in to reach anything,” said Edwin.
He scrambled over the edge and let himself gently down into the dumpster, carefully avoiding stepping on the few items in the bottom of the dumpster. Edwin didn’t want to damage anything more than it already was. There were about half a dozen computers of various configurations and completeness strewn about. Also in the dumpster where a couple of dead monitors, an old CRT television, and other assorted kipple of an electronic nature. Edwin spotted a likely looking old beige box and handed it out to Bryan. The only other thing that looked worth the effort was what once had probably been a top of the line laptop. It was now obsolete and looked the worse for wear. He handed this out to Bryan as well. After a few more minutes of scrounging he didn’t see anything he wanted to haul back over the fence. He pulled himself out, and he grabbed the computers from Bryan. He and Bryan headed back to the place on the fence where they had left the floor mat. Edwin put down the computers and went over first.

As you can see in the headline I didn’t manage to get the whole comic done up till today. The second part will be posted at the weekend.

I hope that you will like my work even if it’s not done yet. Enjoy!

But before you read a short synopsis:

The story is set around thirty years from now in the States. The pharmaceutical corporation named “INSOMINA” is in charge of everything a powerful corporation can take control of. INSOMNIA being head of the state, legalized scientific experiments on humans. They began including children in their experiments as well and discovered something very unique about their brains.

The nerve tracts and parts in the brain resonsible for the storage of information are in a growing stage and can manipulated by their scientific methods. The first biological “experience” storage was created, by infusing a child’s brain with the information one wants to store. After storing the nerve tracts and cells of the child’s brain, containg the information gets removed or “harvested” and implanted into the brain of one of INSOMNIA’s scientists who fits the donator the most.

Everyone who tries to save these children from their terrible fate will be persecuted.

But there is one man who hates INSOMNIA so much that he will take that risk.

I’m sorry if the synopsis is kinda vague. I will update this post and correct all mistakes I made.

The first pages of the comic can be found on my deviant art page.

http://luckyprophet.deviantart.com/gallery/

Please let me know if it doesn’t work!!

P.S: It begins with BLAZE Part1: The Boy. After that P2,…etc.

The alarm clock projected its cardioid waking field over the bed. The substance of his dream started to fade away and crisp reality was pouring in…

“Damn it, not again, not when I’m dreaming of her” he shouted, kicking away the clock’s antenna towards the wall. He closed his eyes, she was still there: soft and warm, sleeping in his arms and slowly fading away.

He opened his eyes—she was gone. (more…)

Like most of the human race, Ralph Werner was constantly surrounded by an envelope of white noise. This was true even though he lived miles away from any heavily used road in what most people would term “the middle of nowhere.” In point of fact, he lived on one end of a very sparsely inhabited narrow mountain valley. Considering that his closest neighbors were more than a mile down the road, one would have thought that there should be very little noise pollution. The cause of all this white noise was the fact the Ralph happened to live in a house that had a tin roof. The sound of rain hitting the roof was loud enough to cause people who happened to be having a conversation on the second floor of the house to raise their voices slightly. On the days that there was hail or sleet it caused them to raise there voices more than slightly. When Ralph had moved into the house, with his parents at age 15, he had thought that the sound of the rain on the roof would surely drive him insane. (more…)