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SKYE is the Limit Chapter 62: Restore Point
Like a space shuttle with launch towers peeling off, a European castle emerged from inside the eroding Toltec structure. As rubble cascaded down all four faces of the pyramid and squashed those who weren’t quick enough, the castle spires thrust upwards and unfurled the kingdom’s banners. At the foot of this dynamic vision, Marm was hanging on to dear zombie life from the hilt of the Blade of Resurrection. Meanwhile, on its summit, Nyxdzzl’s burst bubble glowed azure like the blackened fifth sun of prophecy to the stampeding Toltecs. The witch’s luminous gestation chamber had first exploded, releasing a godlike amount of energy, and then rebounded inward. Right now, it was burning like a mini-supernova. The surviving natives shook from head to foot and threw themselves to the ground in repentance. When the deafening rumble of doomsday at last quieted down, the Toltecs noticed it had begun to rain. They held out their dusty hands and stared at the flickery bits of computer code that c
SKYE is the Limit Chapter 1: The Island in the Sky
The mystical island of Lemnos levitated off the coast of Erebus’s northernmost tip. On it, a field of beautiful but deadly poppies stretched and beyond it stood a cave fitted with two chimneys; one made of polished ivory and the other made of buckhorn. Inside the cave, the white wizard Somnos the Sandman sat in his workshop concocting dreams. He brewed them in a cauldron after trickling invisibly from jars labeled with the most curious names: Nest of Snakes, Unfaithful, Freefall, Pursuit, Tooth Fairy, The Emperor’s New Clothes, Icarus Wings, Back to School… Somnos placed the best fusions on the topmost shelves where they softly projected their contents against the wall like brief and cyclical shadow plays. In the current iteration of Erebus, which had a very high frame rate per second and was more coherent, less surreal but more deceptive, Somnos had in fact become obsolete. Out of habit, the wizard carried on crafting the dream episodes all the same. Somnos watched over the entire
SKYE is the Limit Chapter 2: The Daily Grind
When he was busking was when Rafa felt happiest. Jamal and Eman would laugh their butts off if he ever told them his dream but he thought he could be a professional dancer someday; maybe a backup dancer to some famous celebrity or something. Rafa couldn’t blame the other guys. Looking at where they were now, becoming a professional dancer sounded as realistic as riding a rocket to the moon. Rafa lassoed his wandering thoughts back to what they were doing. Needless to say, the game they were playing was very dangerous. One wrong move and they could end up in juvie. They were changing MRT cars at Cubao Station. Between the four of them, they had a dozen Beep cards, which translated to unlimited time mingling with the sheep and fleecing them. The golden time was the panicky seconds of boarding and exiting the train. People were so focused on watching their steps and getting to where they were going that they forgot to pay attention to the constant pressure around their wrist, which was
SKYE is the Limit Chapter 3: The Launch
Rafa took in the dim lights and the muted sounds of the city that acted like a baby – little by little quieting down but still refusing to fall asleep. The stores were shuttered and their footsteps rang hollow on the sidewalk. The only people still awake were in it for the long haul: security guards and call center agents on night shift. The cars in these parts were mostly taxis, and getting fewer and farther in between. The sound of their tires gripping the asphalt crescendoed and then decrescendoed perfunctorily, their passengers eager to get home to a warm meal or a soft bed, neither of which he or Eman had. They passed by a 24-hour diner that was empty except for a single customer. The overhead TV was broadcasting a talk show interview in the US. Eman grabbed Rafa’s arm in tightening excitement. They stopped to peer through the glass wall of the diner. “That’s Alex Chase!” Eman squealed. Alexander Chase was the world-famous general manager of OmniSys, which had produced OS Athen
SKYE is the Limit Chapter 4: Dream God
By default, the world was auto-populated by sheep, but every once in a while there came a remarkable individual like Alexander Chase who moved and shook it. At the young age of twenty, he changed the world when he took OmniSys to new heights of greatness as the inventor of OS Athena, the world’s first AI operating system. Sixteen years later, he changed it again by introducing SKYE to billions of astonished televiewers across the globe. The projection screen in the studio of American syndicated talk show The Sofa became a literal window into the mind of host Beverly Stanton. Scenes were broadcasted live while being perceived from a first-person perspective: Stanton’s. The feed fully captured the memory or dream but it had none of the jarring and alienating quality of a First-Person Perspective game, which was a common genre of VR. It was like found footage recorded by the steadiest and yet most mobile camera. The global audience felt it was too good to be real but they couldn’t stop
SKYE is the Limit Chapter 5: Dream Come True
They were back on the empty streets. Rafa tucked both his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, looking a bit shackled from the way the lower front of the hoodie was bulging. He hung his head. Meanwhile, Eman looked shaken after hearing the announcement of the winners. There had been two girls, one British and one Nigerian, and two boys, one French and one Brazilian. The gender of the last was still unknown but his nationaliy had already been announced. The last winner was from Rafa’s and Eman’s own country: the Philippines. “Can you believe it?” Eman muttered. “A Filipino actually won the lottery.” “Yeah, mind blowing,” Rafa said with a rather contradictory blasé expression. “It was a bit embrassing for OmniSys though when they couldn’t verify the Filipino’s identity. I mean, is that the perfect, most pathetic example of an only-in-the-Philippines moment or what?” “No, this is actually good news,” Eman said as though thinking aloud, with burning impatience. “I can work with this. The
SKYE is the Limit Chapter 6: School of Hard Knocks
Their celebration was short-lived because a blacked-out van screeched to a stop at the mouth of the alley. Three figures got off. All of them were wearing balaclavas and black jackets. “Anyone here order a beatdown?” one of the men called out and then laughed. Rafa recognized the voice of Saul, leader of the Red Domino. “I didn’t want to believe it,” Saul shouted. “My protégés stealing from me. From me. You remember what you were like when I first found you? You two were fresh out of foster care. Green as grass. The streets were fixin’ to eat you alive.” “Whatever we owed you,” Eman shouted back, “we paid back a hundred times over.” There was just the slightest tremor of fear in his voice. “You ingrates,” Saul said. “Thanks to this li’l stunt of yours, now I gotta make an example of you to the rest of the kids. I’m gonna teach you a lesson you’ll never forget. You won’t be able to walk for days after the beatdown I give you.” Rafa slipped his right hand behind his back and
SKYE is the Limit Chapter 7: Game Over
Rafa grimaced on his back. A bare face was floating over him. He could see it through his one good eye. His whole face felt raw. He recognized the face, looming and large, as Saul’s. At the moment, the gangster was peering down at Rafa but Saul’s own eyes were puffy. {You’re not gonna be parading us to the other kids today,} Rafa blustered in a remote, detached section of his brain. Just behind that section, another panicky voice was asking: {Where’s Eman? Is he okay?} He attempted to lift his head from the hard concrete but was met with almost electric pain so he gave up. Instead, he focused on Saul’s face above him. Saul’s eyes were nearly closed and there was a largish hole in the front of his jacket where the pillbox had exploded. Rafa thought he could see all the way through the hole to the shirt Saul had on underneath, which was also blackened with soot. Like Clark Kent in mid-transformation into Superman. Rafa grinned at the thought but even that simple effort brought a worl
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