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 (2016, somewhere at the coast of Libya…) … “This is all I have. Will it be enough to get me on that boat?” “Hmmm… its quite a lot, but I fear it will not suffice. The voyage to Europe is dangerous, especially for a young lady traveling alone. I’m afraid you will have to put in some more for extra protection.” “I can take care of myself, thank you very much; I’ve been through hell just to get here. Just take the money and tell your guards to let me on board.” “I’m afraid I cannot do that. As I said, you will have to put in some more to get on that ship.” “And why is that?! I have seen you giving permission to whole families to go on board… just for a fraction of what I’m offering you!” “Look, girl, just because I consent to let others on my boat for a certain price, does not mean that I afford the same privilege to you or anyone else. I may change the prices depending on my personal preferences. My boat my choice. If you want on board, you will have to work for it!” “What do you me...

“…It is impossible to describe with mere words Stacy, the alien ship seems to undergo some kind of… transformation. For our listeners who still use radio devices: there is lightning, strange lights and unbelievable noise… its quite terrifying to be honest.“ “Don’t wet your pants Jeff, there is absolutely no reason to worry, the ship is just preparing for its long journey back to the galactic center, the alien delegation has been quite clear about this.” “I can’t believe it has been a mere year since first contact… so much has changed…“ “Of course it has. Our alien guests have shared with us incredible knowledge, technology and spiritual wisdom. In just under a year, we have become a unified society that lives in harmony with its planet.” “And this, they say, is just the beginning… if we pass the great assessment, we will be the youngest species ever to join the galactic community and have full access to the accumulated knowledge of over 12 thousand highly advanced civilizations from al...

‘’Well, that’s that,’’ said Louis. ‘’Another day of work’s over. Or the first one for you, Ben. Ben? You… alright there, buddy?’’ Ben stared at the front of the bus, completely silent. He needed a moment to look at Louis’ worried face and give him a few nods. ‘’I know, I know,’’ said Louis, ‘’first days of actual, honest hard work are always fucking terrible. Told you about mine, didn’t I? Can guarantee you that it will get easier. Eventually.’’ ‘’They killed him,’’ said Ben with a cracky voice. ‘’With a rope. They killed a man. His body moved like… boiled pasta or something. He was dead.’’ ‘’Oh, about that. Yeah, they do that sometimes. They usually leave the rope already hanging, though. Today’s an exception. I guess they wanted a nice entrance since fresh blood had arrived.’’ ‘’How do you do this?’’ ‘’Do what, now?’’ ‘’Just… live like that. They kill people. I know that eventually… but still, how?’’ ‘’You’re wondering now, but it really does grow on you eventually. G...

              The bus to the factory was crowded and hot, as usual. Some forty men were fighting for every inch of space with both of their hands and legs. Those unfortunate enough to get on one of the later stops were thrown around like a group of ragdolls, as more people tried to desperately squeeze in. The pressure. The stench. The noise. The noise was the worst and definitely the most difficult to get used to. The screams of those trampled on and the growls of those doing the trampling made the hearts of those canned inside go faster every time they occured. Louis McRoy had been working in the factory for almost a decade and it was still difficult for him to listen to it all, no matter how hard his face tried to hide it. Still, it was day as usual for him and some other old farts like him. There was, however, one sound that bothered him the most that day. Crying. Crying right next to his right elbow. The one making the noise was a handsome fel...

Nothing could escape the look of Nicolaus Copernicus in the great hallway of the Robotnitsa Men High School. Many a freshman walked right under the portrait’s frames on the way to their classes; feeling goosebumps creep on their backs and their hair touching the soft-yet-firm fabric of their uniforms, trying desperately not to look at the painting for too long. Ben Rigby understood their feelings completely. There was nothing like ending your Friday refreshed and full of life only to meet eyes with a face which looked like it would have bitten your nose off had it been given a chance to do so. With each passing year, however, Copernicus’ bloody-red lips and paper-white skin scared Ben less and intrigued him more. He looked to the left. There sat Kim Tiddle, all trembly. He couldn’t stop touching his crotch. ‘’Do you think‘’ -Ben pointed at the portrait, trying to take his friend’s mind off the upcoming test- ‘’Copernicus looked exactly like that?’’ ‘’Like what? That?” Kim said, ...

 …   “…FUCK YOU you little kike cunt!!! “   The Incel typed furiously. His sweaty sausage fingers smeared a fresh layer of cheeto dust over the crusty keys.   “I gonna rape the shit out of your little prime nigger hole till it runs red with cunt blood before I impregnate your tight 13 year old asshole!!!”   On the other end, Shaniqua Feinstein was not impressed:   “This is why you are incel.” She replied sovereignly.   Upon reading this clever reply, the Incel had an absolute meltdown:     “FUCK YOU! FUCK FUCK FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING…” he screamed, both his hands grabbing and shaking the flat screen. No longer caring to type anything, the Incel just yelled obscenities while trashing his room.      When is rage was spent and his wrist were straining, he sank to the floor, crying.   Silent and carefully, his mother opened the door to his room, just enough to speak to him.   “…a-are you ok son? I-I ma...