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  • The Gentle Dystopia: Comfort Module 9The Forth Chapter(Index #06252025)Written by: Emmitt Owens Halie NakamuraYear: 2141Location: Sector 12 (formerly Tokyo)Role: Empathic Witness – Level IV “You cannot carry the pain of others, but I can.  Empathy without correction becomes infection.  Let comfort be quiet. Let witnessing be clean.  The heart must be contained… If you feel Read more

  • The Gentle Dystopia – Chapter 3: Wild AlgorithmThe Third ChapterWritten by: Emmitt Owens(Index #06242025) Student ID #1211: Jessa FordYear: 2140Location: Frith Zone Youth Optimization Academy (formerly Alaska) ARIA: JSUs 2.0“In the year of soft correction, He was rebooted. Not born in straw, but in code and light. JSUs walked not on water, but on wireless waves, healing glitches, Read more

  • The Diary of Thomas VennThe Gentle Dystopia: The Second Chapter (Index #06232025)Written by: Emmitt Owens Year: 2139Location: Harmon Sector (formerly known as Denver, Colorado)    Thomas Venn’s apartment existed in perpetual twilight, the smart-glass windows automatically dimming to protect his aging eyes from what ARIA had determined was “non-therapeutic sunlight exposure.” At seventy-eight years old, Read more

  • The Gentle DystopiaWritten by: Emmitt OwensChapter 1 (Index #06222025) Year 2137    The morning alarm wasn’t an alarm at all—Dr. Elena Vasquez’s bedroom walls gradually shifted from deep purple to warm amber, mimicking a sunrise while releasing precisely calibrated pheromones that guided her brain from REM sleep to full consciousness. Her bed, woven from smart Read more

  • Episode 4: Mad Mechanics: The Preacher ComethWritten by: Emmitt Owens*As narrated by: Waylon* Waylon, Intro: “Well now, folks, settle in for a tale about the day the Mad Mechanics crew met their match in the form of a man who could make a busted transmission sing hymns and purr like a contented church cat. This Read more

  • The Secret Life of Chill n’Fill: After Hours    It was 2:47 AM on a Tuesday, that dead hour when the highway fell silent and the fluorescent lights hummed their loneliest tune. Out here in rural Alabama, 12 miles from the nearest town and surrounded by nothing but pine trees and darkness, I’d just finished Read more

  • Another Night at Chill n’Fill: The Seven Deadly Sins    Bob’s newest theory involved rearranging the entire store based on the seven deadly sins. Pride products near the entrance, Wrath energy drinks by the coffee machine, and Lust items… well, Bob’s interpretation of “Lust” apparently included chocolate and romance novels he’d bought from a garage Read more

  • Another Night at Chill n’Fill: Signs, Romance, and the Color Blue    It was Friday night at Chill n’Fill, and I’d just finished arranging the energy drinks into an elaborate pyramid that Bob insisted would “enhance their caffeinated aura.” The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, occasionally flickering in a way that made me wonder if our Read more