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Short story: The Shadow of the Truth "Are you sure this is a good idea, Zero?Acid Burn asked, as he adjusted his black leather jacket. "Yes, I'm sure," Zero Cool replied, with a determined look. "We have to find out the truth about the plutocracy that controls this city." "But what if we are discovered?", asked Lord Nexus, with a worried look. "Then we'll have to improvise," Zero Cool replied, with a smile. "That's what hackers do, right?" The three hackers were in a dark…
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Short story: The Shadow of Power In the year 2154, on the planet of Azura, a world plunged into darkness and oppression, the charismatic leader Adrian had risen to power with a promise of greatness and prosperity. His imposing figure, with an eighty meter height and an athletic physique, stood out on stage as he addressed the masses with a passionate speech and a magnetic presence. His dark, well-coiffed hair, his captivating smile and his penetrating gaze, seemed to…
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Top 5 musical - July, 2025 The seventh month has ended (July), so it brings us back with our great musical count, which, has presented few variants in new bands with respect to the previous ones, but, if it has positioned among the first some that were not used to be heard regularly for a very long time. However, it should be remembered that this list is part of my profile on LastFM, a social network that has my statistics on music plays, and which, in turn, is linked to my…
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Short story: The Voice of the Resistance - "What are we going to do, Maya?" - Leo asked, his voice full of concern -. "The council is closing in on us. We can't go on like this." "I don't know, Leo," Maya replied, her gaze fixed on the floor. "But we can't give up. We must keep fighting for what we believe in." — "Why?"Leo insisted. "Why is it worth fighting for?" Maya stopped and looked Leo in the eyes. "Because there is something better than this," he said. "Something…
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Short story: The Struggle for the Truth In the not too distant future, the city was a place of contrasts, where opulence and poverty coexisted in a landscape of steel and glass. Office towers and skyscrapers soared into the sky, while narrow, dark streets sheltered those who had been left behind by progress. Technology had advanced by leaps and bounds, and information flowed through the streets like an unstoppable river. However, behind this facade of progress and modernity,…
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Short story: Liberation Circuits - Code of Insurgency Prologue: The Twilight of Systems The city of New Eden was a monster of glass and data, a sick urban organism that breathed through fiber optic cables and reinforced concrete lungs. The sky, permanently gray, filtered between the corporate skyscrapers like a dirty curtain of industrial ashes and broken promises. Each building was a monolith of power, built with state-of-the-art technologies that represented more than…
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Short story: Liberation Circuits (Chapters 2 and 3) Chapter 2: Information Warriors In the heart of a digital metropolis, where technology and resistance are intertwined like fiber optic cables, the figure of Lina Chen emerges, a quantum hacker who represents much more than a simple technical profile. Lina was typing frantically, her neural implants projecting lines of holographic code into the air. Omar was watching her from the other side of the room, a cup of synthetic…
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Short story: Liberation Circuits (Chapters 4 and 5) Chapter 4: Battle of Systems [Omar, typing frantically, mutters to himself] "Get ready to disappear. Every penny will be wiped out in less than they can blink." At the heart of an unprecedented digital war, the conflict was unfolding in an invisible but devastating terrain: the world of data, algorithms and information networks. This was not a conventional battle of trenches and crossfire, but a cerebral confrontation where…
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Short story: Liberation Circuits (Chapters 6 and 7) Chapter 6: Hidden Connections The underground shelter vibrated with a barely perceptible electronic hum. Elena Reyes adjusted her terminal when a holographic communicator materialized, projecting the figure of Marco, her main contact in the Decentralized Core. "Have you received it?Marco asked, his image slightly distorted by layers of encryption. Elena nodded, her eyes reflecting decades of strategy. "The code is clear.…
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Short story: Liberation Circuits (Final) Chapter 8: The Architect In the shadows of a world on the brink of collapse, Axel emerged as a visionary whose perspective transcended traditional methods of social transformation. He was not an ordinary revolutionary who sought to tear down walls, but an architect of living systems, able to visualize social evolution as an organic and dynamic process. The secret meeting, held in a discreet and protected place, brought together the…
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New drawing: Astroboy And our classic drawings section returns, in which we will be drawing Astroboy, on a banknote that is in disuse. So without further ado let's see how it was carried out: 1- Once the ticket has been taken, what we are going to do is draw the sketch of the character, which will be nothing other than his head, taking advantage of the same dimensions of that part of the body that appears in the previously engraved figure. In this step we will use an HB…
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Short story: Control Frequency The Archive of Algorithms The evening light filtered through the glass panels of the skyscraper, casting geometric shadows on the tense faces of Valentina Kovalenko and Marcus Reiner. Augmented reality devices hummed softly, projecting lines of code and complex graphics that danced in the air like digital spectra. The atmosphere in the conference room was a mixture of advanced technology and palpable tension. Every line of code floating in the…
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Short story: Control Frequency (Part II) **The Mentor in the Shadows** In the gloom of a room full of echoes and reflections, a familiar figure emerged from the shadows, as if conjured by memory itself. Elena Volkov, the legendary journalist who had been Valentina's mentor during her formative years, appeared with the stealth of a Cold War ghost. His presence was as ethereal as the fog that vanishes at dawn, but his impact was as forceful as the blow of a hammer on the…
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Short story: Control Frequency (Part III) **The Digital Threat** In the stillness of her office, Valentina received an encrypted message on her device. They did not need to decipher it to understand its meaning; the tone and content were clear and direct. It was a veiled threat from the real intelligence services, a warning to him to stop his investigation. The pressure was palpable, and the message made it clear that they were willing to take extreme measures to protect…
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Short story: Control Frequency (Part IV) **The Final Decision** Night was falling over the city, a dark mantle that seemed to condense the tension accumulated for days, weeks, even years. The lights of the buildings were reflected on the wet asphalt, creating a game of shadows that danced to the beat of the wind. Valentina, Marcus and Elena were in a narrow alley, away from prying eyes and curious ears. The atmosphere was dense, charged with a mixture of uncertainty and…
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Short story: Control Frequency (Final) **The Digital Scream** In the gloom of a room lit only by the glare of multiple screens, Elena approached Valentina with a firm and determined step. The tension in the air was palpable, but there was also a quiet determination that united both women in a common purpose. Elena placed her hand on Valentina's shoulder, a simple gesture but full of meaning. "We are ready, Valentina," Elena said in a firm but soft voice. "We've worked too…
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Short story: Neon and Blood: Kael's Resistance In the heart of a cyberpunk metropolis, where skyscrapers rise into a sky perpetually illuminated by the glow of neon, life unfolds under the shadow of a global plutocracy. Cultorologists, those who study and preserve culture and history, are persecuted as terrorists. The regime, with its iron grip on information, has painted these scholars as a threat to stability and order. I'm Kael, a genius hacker with a wry sense of humor.…
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Short story: The Voice of Freedom **Chapter I: The Rebirth of the Word** The night was advancing slowly, as if time itself was contained in every step taken by the guards patrolling the streets. An icy wind swept through the chipped walls of the city, sneaking through cracks and dragging dead leaves to the closed doors of old cafes and shops. Under that gloom, resistance to the regime was quietly germinating, fueled by the rumor of a single name: AEON. In a forgotten…
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Short story: Neon Tide **Chapter I - The City in neon tide** The towers of the plutocratic monarchy cut out the sky like glass fangs, bleeding advertisements that stuck to the skin of the rain. Its summits were crystal gardens where contracts and reputations were incubated; its facades projected figures and faces that smiled with the rehearsed smile of one who should not doubt. Down below, between moving walkways and electric canals, the city was breathing in sync with the…
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Short story: The City of Voices The city breathed in neon pulses, and their sighs were orders. Mirrored towers pierced the night like needles, injecting sensory transmissions into the air that shaped desires, attenuated rages and recycled memories. On perpetual screens, the Elite — a constellation of cold faces and named algorithms - smiled behind a synthetic beauty; under that smile, a mechanism that turned people into docile spectators of their own confinement. "Look how…
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Short story: Shadowy Nexus The court of the empire stood like a city within the city: glazed towers, suspended walkways and palatial rooms illuminated by panels projecting news, quotes and rehearsed smiles. The regime's riches were not factories or land; they were algorithms, data banks and agreements whispered in offices whose windows were never opened. In that heart of steel and light she lived: psychologist, infiltrator, expert in the folds of the collective…
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Short story: Neon Hug 2070. The Earth smelled of acid rain and reheated coffee. The big cities - now neon constellations, data dumps and billboards with synthetic smiles — glowed like convalescent fireflies. Overhead, the glass domes where the oligarchs lived reflected a world that had never known unfiltered sunrises. Down below, in the maze of tubes and street stalls, people were learning to laugh at misery like one who learns to save for an impossible luxury. The oligarchy…
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Short story: The Fire The first winter without horses at the hacienda was really cold. The wind scraped the eaves as if it wanted to take away the shadows of the portraits; the iron gate creaked with the same sadness with which the old bones of the house creaked. The stables - once always full of horseshoe thuds and snorts — now smelled of damp straw and silence. The dynasty of the Sarmiento, owners of these lands since the routes were roads of beasts, kept the mansion at…
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Short story: The whisper of the capsules The Council towered over Neoterra like a crown of burnished metal and endless screens: a vertical artery of towers connected by translucent walkways where data circulated like rivers. From their ceremonial podiums, the members of the Council — ancient lineages with biomechanical attachments and executives dressed in oil gray — dictated the pulse of the city. The old squares, which once throbbed with crowds and oratories, had become…
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Short story: The other reality A group of social psychologists met in a windowless basement, surrounded by blackboards full of formulas and press clippings. They were young and veterans at the same time: some came from university laboratories, others from political campaigns and advertising agencies. They all shared the same obsession: to understand how far the collective mind could be stretched. - What if it's not just a bias? - Elena said, rubbing her temples. What if we…
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Short story: The Echo Network In the Neon city-where the screens were facades and the facades were screens-reality had the precise brightness of an advertisement. The news came in commercial blocks; radio stations mixed jingles with decrees; children learned history between slogans and A/B tests. All that mattered, in appearance and in effect, was the narrative. Mateo had a talent for that since he was a kid. With clear lines and colors that caught, he turned vague promises…
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Short story: The Coin of Memories The laboratory was breathing like a wound that would not finish healing: cold light, panels that hummed with numerical slogans, and in the center, a glass table where perfection had been carved into circuits. She-Dr. Mara Ibarra-had come to that shrine with the same hunger with which others seek faith. It was never for the glory; her ambition was older, almost childish: that the hands that trembled at her words should cease to tremble, that…
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Short story: The melancholy of the grooves Mateo Cruz collected absences. His hands, weathered by years of microphone and early morning, still knew the exact gesture of taking a vinyl, wiping it with his sleeve and letting the needle descend with the reverence of one who turns off an altar. She had been the voice of a local radio station: she woke up shops, presented batches, read letters with a tone that promised consolation. When the radio closed — one more branch of…