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Virtual Worlds Virtual People by Kay Porter Winfield Book Preview
Virtual Worlds Virtual People by Kay Porter Winfield Book Preview
Virtual Worlds Virtual People by Kay Porter Winfield Book Preview
VIRTUAL PEOPLE
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kami Amaterasu
The white wolf walks along the narrow dirt road,
the yellow of the dirt ahead reflects
the suns harsh rays but what follows behind
is the miracle. Green grass and pink flowers
sprout from the dirt her feet touch. Withering
trees come to life as the air that surrounds
her blows through the brown leaves.
Crops, dead where they were sown, begin
to reach towards the sun and ripen.
The people that she passes shrink
back in fear from the effects
the wolf has on her surroundings.
They whisper to each other
and avert their eyes as she passes.
She mourns the crops that will be left
to die once again, the trees that will be cut
down, the grass and flowers trampled.
No one trusts what they dont understand,
but she gives the people this gift anyway.
She hears the cries and prayers
of those who are starving and knows
it is the role of a goddess to provide.
One day, a man will brave
his fears of the unexplained
and bite into the shiny, red apple
from the tree beside that very same road.
It will be the best fruit he has ever tasted.
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In Rapture
Hop, Hop Mr. Bubbles.
The Little Sister looks back at her protector, yellow eyes
flash, needle at the ready as they search the passages of Rapture
for the donation of the one thing everyone needs: ADAM.
Dont be a slow poke, Mr. B.
The Big Daddys footsteps echo in the corridors,
slow and loud as metal on metal squeals with every foot fall.
He follows the Little Sister, always watching for signs of danger.
Come on, Mr. B.! The Angels are waiting for our kisses.
The scientist Dr. Tennenbaum made the pair this way, genetically altering
the Little Sisters so they were attracted, like kittens to their mother,
to the pheromones that the Big Daddies produced.
Angels dont wait for slow pokes, Mr. B.
as part of the Protector Program, Dr. Suchong mentally conditioned
every Big Daddy to protect the Little Sisters to the death
from splicers who wished them harm.
Save me, Sir Bubbles!
Every splicer reacts differently to the pair: the lucky ones hide,
quietly shaking behind cover, as they wait for the danger
to slowly pass, or give in to the urge and flee.
Unzip him, Mr. B! Unzip him!
The braver, or more desperate, splicer attacks,
hoping to get his hands on the ADAM,
but instead he only get the Big Daddy, eyes glowing red in rage.
Tear em into little bits!
The Little Sister cheers her Big Daddy on as he uses
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In the Borderlands
Dry winds dance across the desert dunes.
The Queen Spiderant, blue carapace glistening
in the relentless sun, defends her young,
waiting from within the nest,
tunneled in the sand,
from two hunters.
Slashing with large, scything talons,
she steps forward, closer to the male hunter,
but further from the nest.
The female hunter seizes this opportunity,
sneaks around the distracted mother,
and disappears into the nest.
A shriek soon rises from the dark,
like the scrape of tines on a glass plate.
The man looks to his partner
as she runs from the nest,
followed by a horde
of young spiderants.
The Queens talon finds the flesh
of the unsuspecting male, as her young
pin down their dinner.
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The Shadows
Nightmares exist outside of logic, and theres little fun
to be had of explanations; theyre antithetical
to the poetry of fearStephen King
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Survival
The soft,
damp soil clings
to the witchs sticky
limbs as she satiates the craving
for brains.
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