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The 11th Violation of SCARRED ZERUEL schizzes across the planars in HOLOHAUS11

MMOs played by neurologically influencing unsuspecting creatures across realities; gangs advised by shadows on mausoleum walls; the Weirdest of the Weird modernist cyberpunk enters its final phases

November 19, 2025 at 6:50 PM

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MOONLIGHT CANTATA by @doremichazakiel.bsky.social returns, already accelerating towards catastrophe, for a 4th full length chapter in HOLOHAUS11 this Friday

Marieken has less control of her reality-bending power than she thinks, and the forces of normality are not standing idly by!

November 19, 2025 at 6:48 PM

Andata Express

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HOLOHAUS finally returns this Friday for its eleventh issue with six brand-new chapters of THE FUTURE OF SERIAL FICTION - pop culture trivia-triggered death curses, pheromone-operated rabbit MMOs, hacked VR training battles, gangstalker mindfuck harems, crow witch trials and more

character sketches for HOLOHAUS11 on a snowy landscape: Gwaëlle Finsteryon (Shut-In Dark Lord), Tachae (Scarred Zeruel), Sieh Tan (Mercenary Planet), Ruby-Lynn (Moonlight Cantata), Tacimarsa (Down By The River To Pray)

November 19, 2025 at 6:43 PM

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SWORDS UNDER THE PHOSPHOR SKY returns very soon in HOLOHAUS11, please wait warmly (and catch up here):
andataexpress.neocities.org/phosphor-ch

skinny white teenage boy with sagging pants pointing a video camera and smoking under signs indicating no photography or smoking. photographic. https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685021996068/

photo of three little girls in party princess dresses and crowns with bleeding noses, under blue-green filter. https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685022068465/

Yoshitaka Amano-style (although I think it's someone else?) drawing of a young girl in Slavic patterned clothing looking sulky/skeptical. https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685022600860/

photo of city with nuclear reactors, recoloured with blue and pink watercolour background, with black human silhouettes drawn falling from the sky. from Russian Digital Art Archive, by @tim_grib. https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685022123259/

October 9, 2025 at 10:54 PM

Andata Express

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SCARRED ZERUEL by ghostedvain returns in HOLOHAUS11 very soon – please wait warmly and catch up!
andataexpress.neocities.org/zeruel-ch

2D drawing of an anime-style rabbit in fantasy warrior's garb. https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685022295788/

tree in a field of bulb headed flowers with some sort of red vapour being siphoned off from its branches, against a close-up Sun against a black starry outer space background. https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685022296152/

human in space or hazmat suit walking through forest with dense green underbrush, surrounded by coiling arabesques of silvery metal. probably AI. https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685022055697/

humanoid but vaguely leporid shape crouching on surface like metal or ice, made up of green foliage-like digital texture with metallic attachments. probably AI.https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685022103943/

October 9, 2025 at 10:49 PM

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Mercenary Planet by @baroquespiral.bsky.social & Escher McDonell returns in HOLOHAUS11 - coming soon

andataexpress.neocities.org/planet-ch

Jane Remover (Leona facecast?) holding flames in her hand in front of a blurry cityscape from the music video for "Dreamflasher"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZWhNxslxzA

photorealistic concept art of a rock wall full of gloopy looking holes in a cave system. might be AI don't sue us.
https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685022105756/

FPS vision pointing at a green-grey concrete wall with a security camera, warning sign and ad poster from the Qwik Fuel Convenience Store level of SWAT 4 https://policequest.fandom.com/wiki/Qwik_Fuel_Convenience_Store

photorealistic image of a translucent green helmet with a lot of wires and optic cables attached in the back

September 24, 2025 at 3:48 AM

Andata Express

@andataexpress.bsky.social

It's A Good Thing The Dark Lord Is A Shut-In by
@baroquespiral.bsky.social returns in HOLOHAUS11 - coming soon

andataexpress.neocities.org/shut-in-ch

VHS lined photo of a man in a black jacket and white shirt with the subtitle "Do I disgust you?"
https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685021999984/

symbolist painting with a lot of gold finish and squiggly abstractions that look like letters featuring a red serpent circling a spiral with a triangle at the centre
https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685022122534/

photo of a pile of clear garbage bags containing figurines of anime girls
https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/ATVOwQLt1GaEAXnj-cJ67UN4coQ5U92yf-KQ5jAS4Y-wrj7KN00t_bzPy5BQCe6ljXs2EYxXDQiKM9fNjkJoHVE/

September 24, 2025 at 3:39 AM

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Down By The River To Pray by @aksijaha.bsky.social returns in HOLOHAUS11 - coming soon

andataexpress.neocities.org/river-ch

Buddhist statue of girl in monk's robes with drawing of a grey crow on her head. https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685022122765/

rough abstracted drawing of a crying crow with a crown, with leaves springing from his chest, on a grey and orange background
https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685022122816/

digital drawing of human silhouettes around a fire surrounded by grey translucent figures of animals (wolf, boar, crane, human) and hands on a blue-dark background https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685022122829/

coloured pencil drawing of tiny glowing girl coloured like a flame hugging a giant crow's beak https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/936537685022122782/

September 22, 2025 at 10:32 PM

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SCP meets PKD meets DFW, with more puns than NisioisiN, Romeo Tanaka and Jacques Lacan having a rap battle. full text ongoing/updating here:
write.ellipsus.com/edit/8a611a1...

"{N-3}
Prelude

The “Department Onto Literary Legitimacy (D.O.L.L.)”, whose members are D.A.O.lites and the Dolliterati, is a branch of the intelligence institution “Sisters auf Keter Yaberwoczkl”. When a trans girl is determined to err, they are “extracted” by the Porcelain Guard to a “Lager Lagrange” under the auspices of the "Hagiac Altruism" programme, called “DOLL e-HA:LL”. This programme is administered by elder gaze “BEÆ”, rank Höllen Manitour. A covert administrative cabal of the 13ROT stand above SKY, DOLL, the PG, and “HA”, with all its Lagers, against which eponymous petite-Guignolle takes her Nomie de la Guerra—“Zunny”—in the “Littlespace Jihad” resistance movement. Magdelan Maxima, voluntary assignee to the .pt LL (vol.HA:LL-a), causes the accidental first breach in their unified canon Narakas, thereby enabling Zun to escape gridlock and to unveil the Ur-SK.

Elsewhere, in the Narakas of Wyrms, one mujicastro OpKadenza “ENNUIT” of Dracopolis, known to us as “Schizotypal Clarinet Girl” (scg, also: 'Skarlēj Guqqì'), notices something dissonant during another one of her vapid punishment details. She has always been plagued by a symphony of nonsense contrapuntals, detached from instrumentality, so why is this “Sukitta Berdyamat” name, for once, actually familiar?"

https://write.ellipsus.com/edit/9da9b825-7dae-4b63-aa06-f075865f10a9#e7b71acd-e015-48b2-87bf-863c2cfe509a

"//DIRECT TRANSCRIPT RESUMES//

SUBJECT 734: And then I understood the assignment. Not theirs. Hers. A counter-narrative. It wasn't a scream… Or, was it? Rather, a… dazzle coat of a scream:—Razzle al Gab; A "Ruz" (rouse/ruse), arisen—"Do-Not-Eat!", rosate, in child's one shrill note. She refused to E-E-T: the key to [ENTER], an offer to return; hers was an [ESC] into those [DEL]s, her [BACKSPACE] against their universe…

BEÆ: Subject 734, be advised: you are in breach of unified can—

[SOUND: A LOW, PULSING KLAXON BEGINS, BUILDING IN VOLUME]

BEÆ: <Voice shifting to intercom, sharp and urgent> All points, stand ready! The milk is out of the bag. I repeat, cells without cells, declined system interlink, milk is out of the bag, is out of the milk—

SUBJECT 734: <Voice cutting through the alarm, calm and absolute> No. I am the breach. And for once, it all made sense. It couldn't-shouldn't be. But it was. And so I—

[SOUND: METALLIC STRAIN, SHARP CRACK]

SUBJECT 734: —I broke a finger and so slipped the cuffs.

//TRANSCRIPT ENDS//"

https://write.ellipsus.com/edit/9da9b825-7dae-4b63-aa06-f075865f10a9#e7b71acd-e015-48b2-87bf-863c2cfe509a

“I made it quite clear: I needed you;
you didn't want me. You made it quite clear:
I wanted you; you didn't need me…
I wondered, myself, what wasn't quite clear?
Honestly I couldn't know, what wasn't, still,
but I quite knew, even then, it couldn't-shouldn't be./
/IF ‘perchance a kin donte, for ail of thneed’ (sic)—
I found your imprint, thumb on the writ of my soul;
I found my page, dogeared, will pressed against steel;
‘[in] dove-quilled escapement, abscond septic Chok’—
THEN I broke a finger and so slipped the cuffs.//”

"Torn: Palimpsest of a Waxwing's Shed", Grace Song

https://write.ellipsus.com/edit/9da9b825-7dae-4b63-aa06-f075865f10a9#e7b71acd-e015-48b2-87bf-863c2cfe509a

September 10, 2025 at 5:01 AM

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if you've wondered where legendary Bsky user(s) Lysette Chau & Grace Song went, they are now writing outsider theory-fiction under the banner of Bratpolitik. stay tuned for more updates and live debuts on our Andata Plaza readings!
write.ellipsus.com/edit/8a611a1...

“Latent-Gnosein Gammatochromaphy (ΓTKφ-:ӈ)”

lz.ᚫᛋᛏ:ᚴ aes proudslonglas toprestre fwits o’sharedlaboures[…]wiffen §:DOLL{lit}-NüNA t.galDx “unLait;Tractatus”, unfaul’soeur Aste parathen isz-MD.2R(y): Hölmyr “BEÆ”. Æshn al-Fhinges,[…]másh’agion !IchSut-ybœl. V.lsᚴtrai wishaussi taekctent vgrattisure tayre Supornezdm, prayre consisneufychienne nept. Lignemèra Gnithobund. […]

Resibilation established [d*22] Heliotitre {K-3}; Sondtag-Kristeva iLA={<5.1%} post-salting.
Revised text is attached as follows:

We of AesthetiKommando are eager to demonstrate the awaited results of collaboration with Dolliterate-Sectoral NüNA’s as-Titled Gallery-Designate: “unLait;Tractatus”, with particular appreciation for Hailminder “BEÆ”, who stood in capacity as "Compeller, Orthoplect-Compliance", through an office of Modal Viceregine for Altitude, during that extended period of internal alignments. Needless to say, this work is done onto glory to the Will of Our Divine Feminine Singular Above the All. Additionally, every last member of ÄST-K share a desire to extend recognition of our debts to Sponsors-Predecessors, for energies they have given to the impossible task at project “Matrilineal-Attenuation Arcology of a Sheol-Obscurant Numinous”. It was ever a grave sacrifice, but blooms concordance today...." cont'd. at https://write.ellipsus.com/edit/8a611a1b-a83f-40c2-8052-4150938e37bd

“Yearning has the qualia of vomit;
From anxious dread to cosmic horror;
I long only for someone to hold my hair;
Praying over a muddled mirror.

//

Sweet Hecate of Circe, wert thee wise as Christ,
Then part thy Panem, as thou wast mine wife.”

"Fuck You Janus", Lysette Chau

https://write.ellipsus.com/edit/8a611a1b-a83f-40c2-8052-4150938e37bd

GIRLFRIEND

Sancta Maria, you're impossible. You'd rather watch everything burn than get your hands a little dirty. You live in a fairy tale where your morals pay the rent.

LYSETTE

Yet if it weren't worth much, one wonders why it sells. You live in a spreadsheet, where everything and everyone has a price! Even us. Was this part of the adaptation strategy? Figure out the market value of our relationship and see if it's still a profitable venture?

GIRLFRIEND

Don't be dramatic. This is about your company's future. Your inheritance.

LYSETTE

No. It's not. This is about you thinking I'm just a hopeless idealist, a bad investment. You look at me and you see a failing business model. We're pharma, bluebird. I got a black hat, it might live! I had you, but now it's DID?

GIRLFRIEND

I look at you and I see someone I'm trying to keep from drowning! But you keep fighting me, like I'm your enemy. I'm not. Lys. Couldn't you try to meet me halfway, with a little grace?

The word lands on Lysette — Grace. It hangs in the air.

https://write.ellipsus.com/edit/8a611a1b-a83f-40c2-8052-4150938e37bd

September 10, 2025 at 2:42 AM

Andata Express

@andataexpress.bsky.social

mystical modernist cyberpunk where establishing your coordinates among the virtual, physical and spiritual planes is the same challenge as fixing them in the fluctuating latent space of language

drift along with its oneiric soundtrack on Spotify: open.spotify.com/playlist/136...

album art: Kagami Smile - Dream Particle

album art: rEmPiT g0dDe$$ - Prime Energy

June 15, 2025 at 3:57 AM

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along with a brief appearance from Hexa, Lesia and Chere return and penetrate deeper than ever into the mysteries of their post-real environments - the Temple of the "Pre-Scribes" and the Hypermall - while dealing with Recyclers, ghosts, ninjas, and Ferals andataexpress.neocities.org/zeruel-10

"The twin towers now that she’s closer are plated like a carapace. [Heartbeat like a jackhammer in my ears.] Closer and closer to the towers. Held in trance by the aurora.
She’s then aware of the presence of another traveller. Though they leave no shadow of vein light.
She knows them the way an Andro knows another Andro, though just affect-pulse in the under server, the way she could always tell creepers on her, the way her headplate clamped tighter, no face here to feel it but the raw font of pulse. Here tactica is skinned all to hell and is paroxysms of fear, subsiding to faint shock, leaving her wary.
The traveller has caught up to her from some distance behind, her own footsteps in trance-rhythm to linger over the black earth. [Don’t be so loud, please.] Truant steps never touching the earth."

from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/zeruel-10

"I saw in the glow the sun which we have never seen. The sun which has been set in place the greater sky. There is a sky beyond the screensky, brothers and sisters.
It is betrothed to us in death, gifted to us as tribute for our pain. I remember when I was recycled. Aberrant they called me upon my death.
Words whispered to me as if a promise I’d keep and take with me to the Braided Swim. The Swim coagulates not above but below. The Silent Clot is how they strangle our words stillborn within our throat. They call us parasites yet our deaths fuel their processing.
My soul swims in code to the greater gulf. My affect-pulse is the font of all flames."

from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/zeruel-10

"She then sees the Pre-Scribe’s tag casting in rippling dance a resurrection on the others. That had been scrubbed. Now in shatter-form beneath image and vanishment. Beating between the two protocols.
SHY OF THE SUN SHE LIES INSIDE DAPPLED POOLS DREAMING
Verses take crystalline code-form in the droning vacant tombs of the biswept HUD, hailed against by cloven tactica markers.
These are scattered here and there with host-as-passerby who this moment are coded for open comms. She sees by reaction that many are hiding themselves from the taglight."

from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/zeruel-10

She still sees the ghosts, moving like glowing bugs through the lower expanses of the Hypermall. Scattered pale flames in the Hypermall’s underbelly.
Moving signals; a code if she could break it.
“You see the patterns.” Breaking into her reverie.
The bespectacled shopgirl is slouched in shadow to her left, burning through a dart with steady, deep drags.
Chére stares at her. “Huh?” She thinks, better not to let on. “I’m not seeing anything.”
“Dumb,” the shopgirl says. “I know a steam-shift band when I see one.” She taps the side of her head. “So now you’re in overdrive. Let me tell you what you’re seeing. Ghosts as we know them are currency network ossifications.
“Our hauntings put them together from their drives. From the enclaves we nuked. We can forget them. The star credits know. They remember being spent.”

from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/zeruel-10

June 15, 2025 at 3:46 AM

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@aksijaha.bsky.social's unique philosophical and poetic sf epic explores the theology of interplanetary sovereignties and novel minds in the tradition of Ada Palmer, Doris Lessing, Moto Hagio and Mamoru Nagano. enjoy with its mystical soundtrack at open.spotify.com/playlist/4bi...

album art: The Samuel Jackson Five - The Samuel Jackson Five

album art: Colin Stetson - New History Warfare vol. 3: To See More Light

album art: Yasmin Williams - Urban Driftwood

June 12, 2025 at 2:47 AM

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@andataexpress.bsky.social

Savannah shakes as a cut to their power system reinforces the reality and weight of the See's spearship. now Emelry must make the case for negotiations to a new alliance of Kuryo and her old friend Anahit in the new Record of Down By The River To Pray
andataexpress.neocities.org/river-10

“No, I’m sure it happened. Somewhere – the savannahs before the walls rose, the pre-Edenic hunt. Somewhere in those long years, even if just a generation, even if only one and one, it must have happened between a pride and a band. A pinnacle. It was there, a spearman languid lying on the red clay, backed by his lioness, a cub and a child playfighting with sheathed teeth. More peerage in that. Peers of luxury, not necessity, a bond of fat. I can see it, even if it never lasted.”
E scrabbled up, and turned to face me. “Think back further. The human inherits the mantle of the hunter. Cat and dog, old masters of the niche, contested by the new human victorious. But further, think of panic over pride. The hunt before it was vanquished. Guillotine, tiger! The tiger death is kind. Go tide to neck, crack once. Now come old wolf, ardent pack's arrowhead, barking orders to tear you apart. The wolf death tugs and pulls ragged – latches on, drags down. Cut, tiger! No. Fellowship up above – but below, if I were to fail, if my love was shattered, and if the world changed... Had I a host, riding, the wolf war would be mine. Mine that, always, dogged, and tugging."

from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/river-10

"The three former speakers recoiled, mortified - one tried to dodge and was caught in the temple with a grain-scepter, one fell on their knees, and all three were forced out by Shirazavid Inanari Sanchez in full albeit half-dressed ceremonial robes. "Out, out, out out out! Out!"
"Please! Your Parent has –!" and the attendant who followed Them indeed lost a tooth, whimpering in betrayed petulance. The infanta spread Their arms in a splay of gold and color, the four bruised solars cowered at the door and called for help as Their forehead hit the ground.
"O friend and lover, o fenghuang, o brilliant crystal spear," They cried, voice echoing against the tile, "you have ex- ploded Our heart and hurricaned the limits of Our esteem wider than the wheel. May all creation embrace you! May the circuit complete in your gem! By the world's ring, be Ours forever! O red lake, precious spring, take Us into the awful upwelling of your bounty, and know that this fortress world is Our home. You have made it glass, shim- mering, its walls and ceilings! I will shatter a path, I'll tear apart anyone who stops this now, I will extinguish every"

from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/river-10

"O Lord of Lullabies, whose lyrics are organized as the celestial bodies: star painter, by this cry I claim a wish. My God, who swore to me the kilning of my sun and the kindling of my flesh, make that heat of desirous love over- take me. That pure blend of molten clarity that transmutes mineral to all the fruits of Haven: Lord of Goods! Weaver of vessels, lodestone, golden locus of nectar, let your palms encase mine, my empress of milk and honey. Let your left be my armor and your right my shield, and your enflocked lantern dream parallel behind my eyes. With you I am barefoot in the night, and all weapons break against my hands."
And I lone: O waiting God of Justice, it is you alone that I call upon, by your name I sing this spell. Swift spade, clenched talon, garden’s price: linger on me, spotlight, long enough to blind. Let every cubic meter of air in this world Savannah pass through my skull: let me hear the chant rising from the hated soil of my king, O One, O Love, O joy of motion. Plowsmith, quarryknapper – O nightmare, be with me in your feather cloak, place it upon my shoulders, and let none take it from me. Tsabarch, hieronym, capacoça – principal official, full court, keep me and be my bone, and be the jewel asleep in my head; my fossil, my pride and my terror."

from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/river-10

"That letter was Quay's, and is a pillar of Quay. Nothing could have stopped its bolt. This has always been the position," I said, and ignored my voice breaking. "Now it is a matter of delegation, and the palace spearship comes. The time is now, Kuryo. The cities prepare their orchestra, where is yours?"
"Oh, Emelry, didn't you call my hatred delusional? And just like that aftershock: you, Sainshand, are a dancing ray of sunshine. A shattering final autumn Pure, bladelike, un- bound, carcinogenic. You cook me like a slug on stone. If I see more of you I'll go blind. I wish I could tell you what you are, how you were made, what a horrific jewel you are. It's not happening, and the gall it takes to stand here - ha."
I turned to the highest seated one; "Ynewy - you've put me in a play court now. I will happily argue or prove, but I must know what is expected here."
E twined eir claws, considering. "I am a lover: pursued and jealous. And now there is a beautiful rhyme gift. Two ap- propriate humans enmeshed in landing strip. I have noth- ing to say, it is not I."

from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/river-10

June 12, 2025 at 2:45 AM

Andata Express

@andataexpress.bsky.social

"Welcome to the NHK in a fantasy world", but fleshed out with an OCD-based magic system, spy thriller paranoia, esoteric spirituality and rich cultural worldbuilding in the vein of Jacqueline Carey or Gene Wolfe

best read with its depressive playlist on Spotify open.spotify.com/playlist/0NV...

June 8, 2025 at 11:32 PM

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@andataexpress.bsky.social

It's A Good Thing The Dark Lord Is A Shut-In! by @baroquespiral.bsky.social enters the climactic(?) arc of its first "season" with Failure 10 (updated on the site and in pdf since the issue was originally posted, check even if you've seen it already) andataexpress.neocities.org/shut-in-10

“AUUUGGHHH! GWAAAHHHHH RAGHH- HH!” He threw himself, fist then fist then forehead, at the stone pedestal of the building they were walking past until Dad picked him up around the diaphragm like a parcel. “THIS? I CAN KEEP DOING THIS FOREVER!”
His dad carried him away from the worried crowd gathering. “But you don’t have to.”
“YES I DO! IT’S NOT STOPPING BEING SAD AND IT’S NEVER GOING TO STOP BEING SAD!”
“That doesn’t mean you have to. Being sad helps you stop. You do it because it helps, not because you have to. You never have to be sad. I mean - you have to, because it helps. But because it helps you stop. Sorry, this is prob- ably getting confusing -”
His dad was smiling, and still being sad. But also being entertained by his own stumbling. That much wasn’t confusing, that explained enough -"

from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/shut-in-10

"There was a corner in the park where buskers set up - accordion, violin, shamisen, pan pipes, hurdy gurdy; various kinds of animal familiars and magically animated dolls; rune-motifs repeated between stanzas of historically reconstructed bardic toasts from the time of the Heroes; haiku and shamisen; mimes performing dar- ing escapes from dungeons of invisible traps; improvised magic. She didn’t see any clowns like she had encoun- tered on her first day; she did, however, start noticing odd repetitions. The same face performing implausibly different talents, snippets of melody copied across genres from different periods, regions. Many performers here were clearly alumni of the performing arts programs with a mastery of their craft unusual even in Romarosa; others strung technically perfect but flat reproductions together haphazardly in ways you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t paying attention the whole way through. This was exactly why intelligence work - even anti-Dark intelligence - still demanded a level of culture. Not only a matter of whether people were who they claimed to be - but whether they were human at all."

from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/shut-in-10

“Sorry for the ruse” - the singsong way Marzanna dragged out the word made it obvious she knew and was referencing the meme from five years ago - “but I had to make sure you experienced that in real time so you couldn’t rationalize it before the fact. See, people don’t think about your embarrassing moments anywhere near as much as you think they do!”
...could that really be true? Not just true in some general, statistical sense that didn’t apply to him, but true in a way that would demonstrate itself so deliberately? That was the kind of twist he would write a 500-word flame about on a review aggregator, but also cry about silently and pleasurably, like a hot spring welling from his eyelids, if he got high enough to fully suspend his disbelief.
The kind of cliff-edge hope he hadn’t felt since Gwaëlle."

from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/shut-in-10

">introduces me to a bunch of girls I’ve never seen, says she’s going back to the Public Morals Committee to finish their con- versation and clear up what she’s doing, but she’ll be back with them next time she has a chance and help me integrate properly
>it’s the Knitting Club
>I forget all their names in like thirty seconds
>they keep asking me if I remember and I can’t say for sure, so I have to go around doing a full memorization exercise like in class"

from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/shut-in-10

June 8, 2025 at 11:24 PM

Andata Express

@andataexpress.bsky.social

political (transfem) first contact sf for fans of Exordia, the Noumena series or A Half-Built Garden, but with more of the greebly goober appeal of weird retro adventure pulp - as seen in vintage book covers or tech death album art (check out its GRODY soundtrack)
open.spotify.com/playlist/3Di...

album art: Fate Gear - Killers In The Sky

album art: Labyrinthus Stellarum - Vortex of the Worlds

album art: Devoid of Thought - Outer World Graves

May 28, 2025 at 3:00 AM

Andata Express

@andataexpress.bsky.social

The conflict on Towers reaches the surface - human forces prepare to defend the Rusty Moons from a retributive mob, while Leona and Halation bring the fight to the Hammers' aerial base, despite guilt and explicit alien sex in part 5 of the Soldiers' Road arc andataexpress.neocities.org/planet-10

"Power, asymmetry, something humans had made so much of while understanding so little. Meteorology and the Weir symbiosis ethics that were synthesized with it have a whole language for these which are ev- erywhere in the galaxy; that make up the dilemmas I
was racking my brain over just a few paragraphs ago. All information asymmetry is power, but not necessarily in the abusive or temptingly abusable ways humans were used to, on our planet where it almost always goes hand in hand with other kinds of power, where everyone ei- ther carries a knife behind their back or needs to trust someone to do it for them. The Meteorological concept of consent taught on Contemplation almost as soon as speech included positive and negative information re- quirements on both sides, their relative symmetry and compatibility. The criteria for this were mostly the same as for hosting a Weir in the first place."

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"In a flash, the drill flattened into a disc that flared around us like a 360-degree sun-sliver and broke through the Asymmetry Surface of the the enemy’s extension. A broken Asymmetry Field was a dangerous place, prone to probabilistic anomalies and random bursts of spontaneous order. We clipped out of there and around to the weakest spot we could find on the other side. Senses I couldn’t share screamed through two layers of symbiotic soundproofing like tinnitus. The interval between our reformed drill making contact and the enemy’s field reallocating to defend against it could be measured in second-exponent units but was enough to get us inside. Which being inside a field that had reallocated processing power to reject you was the riskiest part of the standard boarding procedure. I remember a blizzard of floaters, complete static of every sense...."

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"Blue-green arcs of cloud like ripples from the impact of a huge stone on the surface you liked to imag- ine yourself under, far above.

A park ranger - scientifically trained as an ecologist, in the old Hammer traditions dating back to before Meteorology, but tasked with hands-on maintenance of one of the areas Weir tourists frequented.

The most essential function of a park ranger, especially on a world that has minimized predation, is to keep out invasive species.

Of course, according to Meteorology, no such thing, only monopolistic species, whether endemic or epidemic. Where Holdfast worked, that wasn’t how they thought of it. They practiced traditional management systems to preserve their traditional ecosystems, predation included."

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18:02
Temporary Artillery Unit G-84
Sgt Adams, currently the last man standing of my tactical unit unless Hiroe survived somehow, can we at least move the Vulcans if we’re gonna do this? And the truck full of fucking grenades? How did we let the ants take over this whole operation anyway? Goddamn, we need a better slur than that.

18:07
Temporary Tactical Unit AC43
(voicemail: encrypted) Advisor Bennett-Fog, Advisor Ghost and all xenobros I advise you to check out the video when I have enough bandwidth, they’re setting off the explosive fungus with this kind of long, spiralling horn... (SHUT UP!)

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May 28, 2025 at 2:52 AM

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Psychogramma in particular is like this but with more 9G Laintech, long Proustian sentences and gunplay. currently on hiatus but you can read more cyberculture noir here andataexpress.neocities.org/psychogramma...

(along with its ICY original soundtrack on Spotify:)
open.spotify.com/playlist/4DI...

album art: Worldcorp Enterprises - High Stakes

album art: Chungking Mansions - 安全出口Exit空间和时间

May 26, 2025 at 5:55 AM

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@andataexpress.bsky.social

an equally hilarious and terrifying look at love, war and Spectacle in the shadow of Nay-toe; near-future, e-cosmopolitan, absurdist realism in magmatic modernist prose from the legendary founder of Neko Girl Magazine.

best experienced with its BANGER soundtrack:
open.spotify.com/playlist/6Wg...

album art: Hardvapour compilation edited by DJ Vlad

on X this was the original cover of Snow Strippers - April Mixtape 3 but since this site slaps explicit labels on the mildest shit I used M.I.A. - Matangi which looks nice on the grid

May 26, 2025 at 4:09 AM

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Yelena reunites with Christine on the battlefield and tears open the guts of their friendship - one of several acts of sacrifice by which the inhabitants of the Zone offer up their desires to the stars in chapter 9 of Swords Under the Phosphor Sky
andataexpress.neocities.org/phosphor-ch

"Lanka, this might be the last time I wake. I rose from the drawer, which I'd decorated with the clothes of my classmates, with a terrible thirst. I searched for some- thing to drink in the teacher's lounge-- I discovered a few bottles of painful plain water, and a few cans of tarragon soda. Thank you for being here with me. The ground keeps shaking, the distant percussions echoing throughout my halls such that the walls quiver. I take a can of tarragon soda and climb up to the rooftop. In the distance, plumes of smoke take flight into the air. Caravans of moving shapes; armies of stick-figures. "Lyudi," I think. I take a few crayons and a piece of paper and I sketch what I see; cavalry under the blue banner of a star, marching into the sun. Beautiful rockets whizzed into the sky to etch their names like heavenly pens. Nay-toe has come. I chew on a few dried pieces of fruit, and try to soften the thumping of my heart by rubbing my stomach. The concrete beneath me is supple, fluid; I worry it might turn to liquid at any moment beneath my feet. I draw a big beautiful star, swal- lowing up the sun."

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THE EIGHTH THOUGHT OF KALI HICHI:
« As the children of the ‘druzhina’ grew mature, they became increasingly anxious and out of touch with reality. One day, a concerned ‘druzhnochka’ came to Kali Hichi and expressed her desire to become a healer for her people. ‘The cure for madness is to return to the world,’ the ‘druzchnochka’ proclaimed. Kali Hichi shrugged. ‘It’s madness to say we were part of this world in the first place,’ he said. ‘Let the animals have the world — I will return to my hotel.’ »

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"– Does it matter?
– No, it doesn’t. Anyway, I paid a coyote to smuggle me into the Autonomous Zone.
– The Autonomous Zone? What’s that?
– It’s a place where flesh and material don’t matter. It’s a place where only thoughts matter, and it’s desires and wanting that bring its world to life. A world of pure com- merce, of pure freedom, pure intercourse. An exchange of everything that is not material. All that is solid melts into thin air.
– Sounds like Heaven. And who rules this kingdom?
– Nay-toe does. But Nay-toe demands only that you desire, and you desire without holding anything back. That’s why I went looking for myself there."

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"When I laid you in your bed, I stripped you of your clothes. I removed your canvas low-tops, and I pulled off your soft, meshy socks. I pulled on your distressed jeans, ripped at the knees, and I took off your cardigan, and I tore away the tee. You were open, nude as the news. I took a little hand mirror, and I set it up against my own body: these are my blushing, slick lips. These are my blonde strands of hair, delicately resting on the temple. These are my pert breasts; this is my tender belly button. These are my lacrosse scars, these are my stretch marks; this is my flat, inflamated nose. I watched the reflections of your shape resting on my body, covering you in slivers of light. Now tell me, where do you and I begin?"

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May 26, 2025 at 3:55 AM

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sharp as a banned ninja sword, a contemporary equivalent of the heyday of YA, urban fantasy or light novels that takes the magick of adolescent and neurodivergent psychology completely seriously as reality-reshaping force

best experienced with our custom soundtrack: open.spotify.com/playlist/7eX...

album art: Erik Satie - Gnossiennes & Gymnopedies

album art: Sellasouls - Red Serpents Gathering

album art: Trhä - Die Macht Der Feenflamme

May 24, 2025 at 3:24 AM

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Marieken struggles to make sense of her life after the catastrophic awakening of her powers and her first kills, abandoning her civilian life and entering the underworld of Periphery Demographics for good in our first fully new chapter of Moonlight Cantata
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"I spot a Moontouched girl getting on in the next car and once again I’m left thinking about Marieken. As I fiddle with my phone, curious to see if I finally got a message back from her, I wonder if I’m really worried about her or if this is just my witch heart longing to possess someone special.

No answer to my conundrum floats to the top of my sub- consciousness, and I get off the tramline at the park stop. At the dueling ring- a fenced-off glorified sports field with a private police force for security, really- I check in with a QR code generated by the Ronin-app on my phone and get escorted through the turnstiles to the lobby. Duelists, bookies and gambling addicts crowd the building, cheer- ing on as outside, in the field, a rare Moontouched boy and a human girl in a sailor moon costume are rolling over the wet grass, trying to choke each other and or poke each other’s eyes out. The girl eventually gets the upper hand, after holding her hands locked around the boy’s throat for an arduous minute or two, he stops struggling. One less Moontouched in the world, I think, shaking my head in disappointment."

excerpt from https://andataexpress.neocities.org/moonlight-3

The sensory overstimulation is gone. The hurricane of power is gone. I am me, Marieken Mithras, and there is no one here but me. For the first time today I can think clearly. No, I realize. That’s wrong. For the first time in weeks I can think clearly. Before this morning I was still on the medication. That hardly counted as ‘thinking clear- ly’. Still, the fog was probably better than the sharp mania that almost eviscerated my brain this afternoon.

“Marieken,” someone whispers. I’m not alone in here at all. There is someone else. For a second I think it is Kate, but it isn’t.

“Sareth?” I ask, starting to panic. “Yeah,” she says. “What happened?”

“Oh god,” I cry. “I am so sorry. I killed you. I think I ate you.”

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“What court are you?” I ask her.

“Mirror,” she says with a strange wisp of sadness in her voice.

“Reflections,” I say. “Mirrors reflect things. It makes sense. Shadows... Shadows can cloud and darken?”

Ruby laughs. “You’re basically halfway there. When did you start thinking like a witch?”

“I told you,” I whisper. “I saw some truth about the world, about the nature of reality when I died.”

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“Maria-no-more, farewell tour,” the text on the poster says. Right. Her last tour, after they fixed the destabilization of reality.

“Rosa,” I hear my father yell from downstairs. “Dinner is ready.”

Rosa? Aren’t I Marieken? I look around. This is my room. My CDs, my novels, my Sanrio plushies. I open the door to my room, and find the hallway completely dark. A feel- ing of dread creeps up my spine. I sneak down the stairs, afraid to awaken whatever nightmares might lurk in the dark, around the corner, under the steps of the stairs. Downstairs, in the hallway, a single candle burns on the desk in front of the mirror."

May 24, 2025 at 3:07 AM

Andata Express

@andataexpress.bsky.social

HOLOHAUS10 is out with dramatic new developments from @doremichazakiel.bsky.social, Nekosattva, ghostedvain, @baroquespiral.bsky.social and @aksijaha.bsky.social. magical weeb gang leaders, war crimes on a pumice planet, a religious missile festival and more at andataexpress.neocities.org/holohaus

May 23, 2025 at 3:35 AM

Andata Express

@andataexpress.bsky.social

Emelry explores the second Tengmunnin city of Quarry and prepares for dangerous negotiations in the 10th Record of Down By The River To Pray by @aksijaha.bsky.social

ambitious philosophical sf for fans of Ada Palmer, Gene Wolfe and Doris Lessing. catch up at andataexpress.neocities.org/river-ch

crow with glowing blue eyes and spots on its wings standing in a grassland in the dusk under rows of similar blue lights - AI generated by @shinboson https://x.com/shinboson/status/1910154272123027752

photograph of a soft plant growing out in several directions inside a brightly lit transparent sphere connected to a number of tubes. maybe AI?

medieval Ethiopian manuscript illustration of a crow and a snake

painting of angels carrying a seated female figure down from the light of a rose window between columns in a cathedral that almost resemble computing towers or skyscrapers

April 29, 2025 at 11:55 PM

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