• Artificial Intelligence,  Binary Man,  Flash Fiction,  Poetry,  Robot Love,  Virtual Reality

    Binary Man

    Like frozen embers spit from a fireLike snow in a desertThey’re an impossible merger Flesh heart synced to beating algorithm Liquid crystal eyes lockedOn shared solitude Solitary companionshipImpossible mergedForged in a pixel fire. There’s no happy ending waiting.No magic to make him realShe doesn’t want real She wants him. ~Nara Malone I read an article about a guy who was growing a friendship with a scripted digital girl in a game. He talked about her like she was better than real. The male in these pictures is Rob, a digital man I made as part of research for a story. I guess that makes him an object, a thing. He…

  • Coco Latzo,  machinama,  Nara Malone,  Snatch Me,  Virtual Reality,  Virtual Romance,  Virtual Worlds,  Wish

    I working madly to get the final edits back for Blind Heat and blog touring on Snatch Me. Still, I don’t want to totally neglect my own blog. A question I get a lot on Snatch Me is how romance and sex works in virtual reality. Readers want to know how I can write about virtual love scenes like they are real, as if the characters really feel them. I thought I’d give you a glimpse of what happens. And even here you have to keep in mind, you’re looking from the outside, through a window rather than from inside the world. If you were inside one of these avatar’s…

  • Dystipian Sims,  Dystopia,  Insilico,  Midian City,  Nara Malone,  Post-Apocalyptic Fiction,  Prey. Role Play,  second life,  Snatch Me,  Survival,  Virtual Reality,  Wastelands

    Distopian Prey

    The Oh Get A Grip bloggers invited me to blog about Dystopias today. I talk about why I love Dystopian Role Play and taking the role of prey: I arrive in the city via computer, spit out by a server rack. It looks deserted. Dystopias always do. But I’m not alone here. I don’t need my scanner to tell me there are others. You know that feeling you get, fine hairs lifting on the back of your neck, a hyper-awareness–as if your skin has thousands of invisible antennae? I have that feeling and know I’m watched. Read More…