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Gig Economy (Part 1)
Kylin flashed into the alley, shortcutting out of the busy streets, some rookie freelancer was chasin’ her gig, actin’ stupid, taking chances, so, Kylin took to the side streets and back allies, get them away from the Saturday night crowd. She sloshed past soggy streetlights, trash, oily neon splattered on the walls. Her bike buzzin’, the readout on her visor tells her she’s less than a minute from her gig, she has to shake this yob, so there’s a sudden brake-n-screech as she turns her bike shooting into another alley, the bike behind her tries to brake and overshoots the entrance, she kicks into gear and bolts out into the street lost in the crowd, she makes her gig no probs.
Checkin’ in with her boss at Do-Me (as in “Do Me a solid”, or, “Do Me a favor”) They’re a delivery service, you know, they go to the store for you? Deliver your groceries?
She’s calling in the gig, “Hey Laz, jus’wanna call-up and
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Syndicate 23 (Part 2)
I step out of the mirror and into my Octarium. You read that right. Agents of The Syndicate have very secure living quarters that can only be accessed through tall, full length, magick mirrors that have a dark oak frame with protective wards and sigils carved into them, an Octarium is a specially designed room for practicing magick. The mirrors are set into the east side of the wall, and, as you probably have guessed Octariums are octagonal in shape, there is a kind of eight rayed star painted on the floor, a circle in the middle with eight “rays” emanating outward, ending in triangles. As I leave the Octarium and step into the apartment proper I am greeted by my familiar, a small white cat I call Darby. Every agent has a familiar, some, like mine, are cats, but they can be anything, goats, ravens, snakes, dogs, wolves…. They are both guardians and companions. I crouch and give Darby some pets, he playfully bats at my hand, I continue towards the bathroom.After a very long, very relaxing shower I head towards my balcony to take a look at the view. Night has fallen and the city is a neon maze, spires and skyscrapers reaching impossible heights, in the distance I can see The Obsidian Pyramid, streaks of blue and red and hot pink streaking and swerving, reflecting over the surface. Air Buses dock like bumblebees at the top floors of various buildings. See, our living quarters are secure, real secure. In fact, they exist outside of Earth, in a whole ‘nother realm, Greenhill, also known as Cnoc Uaine. I take a seat, pipe in hand, packed with some nice, sticky, green herb and inhale deep, the pungent, piney smoke filling my lungs. My mind and body instantly unwinds, the breezes of cool night sweep across my balcony, I can smell the lake in the distance, I lean back and look up at the strange constellations in the sky, the twin moons rising over the cityscape, tomorrow I’ll hit up Lakeside, have some fun at Club Babalon, maybe get some trips in the hip districts, get out of my head for a day and a half, then I’ll step into my Octarium for some practice and meditation, have a little conversation with Balfour, my Daemon. But for now, I’ll just sit here on my porch, watching the city do its thing.The next day I’m ready to go, I mumble my intentions and step into the mirror… and out into the busy daytime streets of Lakeside. I’m going to get a nice big breakfast and spend the day in the markets, maybe meet up with some fellow agents later, but, right now, I need some Me Time. Navigating through the crowd, past the crooning androgynes heading towards their temple, losing myself among the dealers and vendors hawking fetishes and charms, by the parlors and diners and arcane bookstores, incense and smoked meats waft in the air around me, I’m going straight for my favorite little place, for coffee, sweet and thick, with eggs and sausage and hot biscuits… I chow down, getting ready for a day of wandering, sit by the water for awhile, watching the boats and people coming and going…. A walk in the park, making sure to visit the shrines, leaving a gift for the Goddess Sh’vana. Then, I’ll make my way to The Wyrmwood Tavern, here’s where I meet up with Gibson, fellow agent and close friend, for a good toke, a cold beer and some dinner. The place is fairly crowded, the dim, hazy interior reeks of weed and spices, Gibson, tall and gawky, catches my eye, waving me over. “Where’s Jael, dude?” He asks, as we greet with a tight hug.“They went off to spend time with their tribe.” I answer as he hands me a drink.“Heard about you two taking down the twins, good job!” He congratulates.“Ah.. thanks man… I’m just glad we got Hoffman’s Teapot back.”He motions towards the other’s sitting at the table. “This is Jaidyn and Azariah” Jaidyn is shirtless, thick curls of hair spread out over tan brown chest, bald, with glyphs and sigils tattooed over his head and neck, spreading down his arms, Azariah has shocks of deep red hair, she’s languid in fishnets and a sheen of light-blue skin. I greet both of them enthusiastically, as I sit down. “Let’s get some food in us!” Gibson announces. We feast, salted fish and exotic greens washed down with crisp beers and rich cakes for dessert cuz we all puffed and huffed them smokey treats, and had to have our munchies. Jaidyn and Azariah were entering The Obsidian Pyramid soon, Jaidyn was going into The Order of the Jaguar… “Sh’v’Hala!!” I yelled, “That’s the order I graduated from!” “Sh’v’Hala!!” Jaidyn toasted back. “It will be an honor to work with you after I complete my training!” “And you?” I turned to Azariah. “Me? I’m going into The Order of the Panther.” “Woah.” Gibson and I say. “Seriously?” I’m impressed. “That’s bad ass!” She tips her mug to me. “Believe me, I was at a loss for words when I got the news.” “The best of the best.” I wink, knowingly. “Sh’v’Hala!” I clink glasses with her. “Sh’v’Hala!” She smiles. It’s time to get out and hit up Club Babalon. Out on the streets, sweat-heaps in alleyways, gruntin’, flappin’, any-ways, highball lanterns greasin’ down the sidewalk, legging on by the neon stained walls…. Oily pavements lick backwards on thar boulevard. High knives glint, click like heels. Traffic lights drippin’, liquor signs smeared like cotton candy. Club Babalon. Juiced up and delighted in the serrated lights slunked out to slewing breakbeats on the sound system. Synths brilliant interlocks with the swift spherical bass humping in the ethereal ruckus as the room ignites in aum revelry by flooded nerves up to pineal grace. Gusts of arousal fades into song after song wired with psionic daydream trances plugged into their Astral Form, lenticular treble echoing, we do time on the dance floor. We wish upon a tablet or two, tons of stuff to get the night Right-On. Primary tube-tops gelled with Partners in Grime, dirty 808’s sound crinkled and dubby walloping on BOOMboXes….Squalling sheets licking whispers on plate glass, shards of light blinking off the steam and concrete. Lips tickle for cash, strapped in hotel rooms. Sighs creaking on beds. Blankets crumpled on the floor. Breaths, quick and humid, grunt in time with the headboard, muscles slide slick. The sharp, static cling of sweat stains the mattress, while paint peeled walls collect memories. The rip of threads, redolent and sticky, insatiable phantoms enticed with an opulent, carnal, stink. Heaving and snapping like ragdolls soaked in pheromones. Squishing springs pushing on cheekbones, the shreds of tape, bind and shove, rumbling, welted by the tagging snaps, bled from whips, clotted fingernails pull, we breathe desperate promises, pulverizing with uncouth hearts. Stargazers sticking their glitz, wrists rubbed raw by twine, coupling, we burn distinctly…….Sunrise. Pink clouds scraped across the horizon. Buildings, fat and squat. Clotheslines criss cross through yards, pavement littered with glass like jagged stars. Empty crosswalk blinks, lazy breeze hushes through the streetlights…. After a night like that nobody can go home until we get a quick, light, breakfast. Juice and pastries will do, thank you very much, I’ll crash when I get home, sleep it off, then spend part of the day resting up. After that. I gotta get into my practices and disciplines for the next day and a half. Have my usual chat with Balfour tonight… but now, I say my goodbyes to my companions, and, focusing, I point with three fingers, drawing a door, I take a step…. Right into my Octarium… stoop to scratch Darby behind his ears, and head towards my room, where I collapse on the bed....
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Syndicate 23 (Part 1)
I have to wait in the car. It sucks. Why am I waiting in the car? Because we finally got a lead on Hoffman’s Teapot, an item the organization I work for has been after since the early 80s when it was stolen from our facility by a former agent, I have to wait in the car because I would not fit in with the group of kids hanging out in the third floor apartment. They’re a group of college kids, hippie types, and I’m… a bit older than that and they would probably think I was a narc, which, in a way, I am, I mean, my partner and I aren’t here to bust them for drugs, we’re here to retrieve the above mentioned item, and since my partner is really good at playing roles like this, I get to wait in the car, in case we have to make a quick get away. What is Hoffman’s Teapot you say? Well, Hoffman’s Teapot pretty much looks like a normal tin teapot, if you saw it in someone’s home it would look completely unremarkable, but, obviously, looks are
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Kylin flashed into the alley, shortcutting out of the busy streets, some rookie freelancer was chasin’ her gig, actin’ stupid, taking chances, so, Kylin took to the side streets and back allies, get them away from the Saturday night crowd. She sloshed past soggy streetlights, trash, oily neon splattered on the walls. Her bike buzzin’, the readout on her visor tells her she’s less than a minute from her gig, she has to shake this yob, so there’s a sudden brake-n-screech as she turns her bike shooting into another alley, the bike behind her tries to brake and overshoots the entrance, she kicks into gear and bolts out into the street lost in the crowd, she makes her gig no probs.
Checkin’ in with her boss at Do-Me (as in “Do Me a solid”, or, “Do Me a favor”) They’re a delivery service, you know, they go to the store for you? Deliver your groceries?
She’s calling in the gig, “Hey Laz, jus’wanna call-up and let’ya know I got the delivery to 2374 Kindred. Entering the store at 1:15 AM…” Her helmet retracts, her contacts have uploaded the list of items the client asked for, the readout clear in her left eye. She takes her basket off her bike, activates her blades and zooms in, rollin’ through the aisles, weaves easily between the patrons, filling the basket as each item from the list vanishes from her view. She skates into the self-checkout then out the sliding doors… and, there’s the fucking yob, helmet up, waiting….

 (“fuck, is he actually gonna try ’n' basket-snatch me?”) She almost laughs out loud at this thought, or, getting rolled by this amateur, that too… that thought made her bite her lip to stop from laughing… and, the yob goes for it. Kylin dodges him easy peasy, but, he recovers quickly, yanking ShoK/StiX out of the holsters across his back… Kylin faces him with hers also drawn, a small crowd starts to form around them as their StiX pop-n-spark, it doesn’t take long for her to knock him out and hop on her bike, kick the engine on and skid her way down the boulevard, she gets the snacks and drinks delivered, receives a sweet tip for her lickety-split style. Saturday night is hot. ‘specially in the city, near the campus, but Kylin’s shift is over, she’s done with this gig, now she’s heading home.

“Ugh. I fuckin’ hate Saturdays.” Kylin plops down on the couch next to her significant other…. “There’s always way more yobs out on the weekends… ‘specially Saturdays.”

“Tell me about it..” Xev pecks Kylin on the lips “I had so many drags to burn, the streets got all kindsa scorched  tonight.” Xev drives for Ryder, got their car tricked out with everything from Jax to disRUPTRZ, Xev got edge, fast dashin’ on the asphalt, booster bumps roarin’, slaggin’ !BASS! From the woofers blazin’ the ozone… Xev drives. Kylin delivers. “These newbs are fucking dumb too…” Xev continues. “…don’t care who gets in their way.”

“Cheers.” Kylin salutes, holding up her drink, clinks briefly with Xev’s can “This guy tried to run me off a gig, then, he had the fucking nerve to try’n basket-snatch me!”
“Fuck that!” Xev shouts.
“No shit! He was spazzin’ around on that bike so bad, I had to take the backstreets, so he wouldn’t hit anyone!”
“Freelancin’ yobs, tryin’ to steal your gigs…” Xev agrees. “Yep. I had’ta burn some of them out tonight… squarin’ off road to road,” Xev takes a thoughtful sip, then says, “once a gig goes up on the board, it’s a free-for-all…” Xev trails off, swiggin’ another gulp.
“Well… we could have some fun tho.” Kylin winks, hugging Xev, tucking in for a good night, Xev digs in, smoochin’ into the couch.

Kylin wakes up tangled, sticky-eyed, and cotton mouthed, smell of bongwater soaked into the rug, then stumbles from bedroom to bathroom to kitchen, she pops some caffeine, and is grateful it’s her day off. The screen on the wall comes to life, jabbering news, more tensions with New Bethlehem, and some of the other Outlier Territories, as the Executive Global Coalition plans to announce the first ever Global Elections. “When the Whole World Votes Together” they say….!SNITZ!….The channel changes. Watchin’ Kulture//Vibes, the next thing hype on the HD. They swing slang nonsense, nonesuch words are heard. (The volume minimum Xev’s still sleeping.)  Kylin chows down on her bowl, sloppin’ milk and sugar, sippin’ coffee, eyes on the vid-screen, !SNITZ! Changes channel to Bulletin 49, her local news, “…only a few, mild bang-ups in the district last night, which is a nice change from our usual Saturday night reports…” The news anchor beams, “…but we did manage to get this footage from outside a local market…” Kylin chokes out a gasp, as she watches herself on the screen beating that poor yob from last night, the view could’ve been from anyone’s phone, or contact-cams, she watches herself take him down, kinda proud of how quickly she got him… “That rider for Do-Me is one bad ass! Isn’t she?” The anchor girl flashes devil horns, “This is our clip of the week!” The shot gifs out, looping the part where Kylin nails the yob on the forehead with both of her ShoK//StiX, and he falls. !THUMP! She’s about to get a few minutes of fame, probably get a boost in gigs, free advertising for Do-Me, plus that all important “Street Cred.”, whatever that was…. She went online, found the video, (and a couple other good ones from different viewpoints) tagged and stored them in her Folio account, she posted the vid on the public feed, with the comment… “Yobs are getting thirsty.”  She’s already had several texts come in, appearing in her left contact, “OMG! Is that U on the news?” “Nice one K-Hawk!” “OW! Nice shot!” “Shoulda shocked him in his nutsack!” She dismissed them in a blink, and turned her notices off. Before she could get too involved in anything, she had to do some basic maintenance on her bike, so she heads outside to the shabby, greasy, little garage, turns on her tunes, and gets to work.
Gig Economy (Part 1)
Sci-Fi/Cyberpunk story that just kinda came to me...
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Freaky dream I had last night: Lori and I were in a house, we didn't want to leave because there was something outside, I kept looking out the windows but I couldn't see it. Suddenly I heard a woman scream, then I "woke up", I was sitting up in bed asking Lori "Did you hear that?" No answer, I asked again, still no answer, then.... I woke up, for real this time, I got out of bed, a little freaked out and disorientated, walked out of the bedroom, when I realized I could hear our upstairs neighbors arguing (again). Dreaming that you woke up only to really wake up is freaky af...

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Ed Constantine
Artist | Varied
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I once won a staring contest with a cat, it told me three secrets...

Current Residence: Austin, Tx
Favourite style of art: Dada, collage, abstract, surreal..
Personal Quote: Gasoline Blood, Molotov Heart.
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