Well this is the second story given us thanks to lovecraftzine.com. Read it, my comments at the end of the post.
Rickman’s Plasma
(by William Meikle)
He would call it “Soundscapes of the City”, and it would make him his fortune, of that Rickman was certain.
How could it fail?
All it had taken was a reconfigured dream machine. Courtesy of Dreamsoft Productions, a particularly skilled burglar, and the latest software from MYTH OS, Rickman’s visions of bringing his music to the world were now that much closer to reality.
For the past forty nights he’d sampled and tweaked, taking the raw sounds that streamed into his loft apartment from the city outside. He merged them with his dream compositions and formed them into a holographic construct of sound and light and ionised gas, an ever-moving plasma bubble that hung like a giant amoeba in the centre of his room.
As they swam, his creations sang, orchestrated overtures to the dark beauty of the night.
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Revision:
This story was interesting maybe a little short of content but with a message (at least for me) how many times do you start something that later you are not able to stop it? then that get out from your hands and start to destroy people around you when you just started it as a game an experiment or a joke.
This story talks us about this, and the way that we sometimes by the panic, by the stress fight the problems in a wrong way, and how that problems destroy your world.
Ranking 7 / 10
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