Them: This novel subverts the reactionary tropes of the post-apocalyptic genre and shows how people would truly come together to support each other in the wake of a global catastrophe!
Me: Is it a crypto-primitivist fantasy that explicitly cites the destruction of all post-Iron Age technology and infrastructure as a required step in perfecting human civilisation?
Them:
Them: Not necessarily.
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Tim White, “Hello America”
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The hood so far. It needs one more End-of-Road-Lot and two Beachlots.
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How the 3 ruling families would react in a post-apocalyptic scenario
Olgimskys
Saburovs
Kains
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If My Circuits Could Sing, an upcoming sci-fi zine
If My Circuits Could Sing is an upcoming science fiction zine. It's a collection of stories, poetry, visual art, photography, nonfiction writing, and more exploring stories about robots, mecha, and obligation. The stories contained within this collection aim to explore the questions: Just what is it that makes us human? What about what makes us not?; Just how much must I give to my community, my government, my military, my society, my world? When will it be enough?; I was made to serve. Am I really satisfied continuing that life?; What must we do to survive? What of us survives devastation? And likely other questions, too.
Circuits is punk. It's queer, and trans - gender and humanist. It's science-fiction and it's about our oncoming factual future. It's anti-military and anti-cop (so, it's anti-military). These stories are ones of hope in darkness. They're poems about grinding gears and weapons taller than buildings. They're pictures of what we're heading toward, and what we're trying so hard to avoid. It's about heat, and bombs. Circuits is about singing songs at the end of all things, around campfires, and with love.
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Rest In Peace
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Eerie, ghost-like whistling filled the air. It was the cold breeze, passing through the decayed metal remains of a traffic intersection.
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chapter seven: a little more than kin, and less than kind
“There’s an old joke in theatre,” says Ted. “If your director, your lead actor and your stage manager are in a burning house right before your show is about to start, who do you save first?”
Trent hazards: “The lead actor?”
“Exactamundo, Aureliano Segundo! By the time the show’s about to go on, you don’t need the director any more, and your stage manager can take care of themself, or they wouldn’t be your stage manager.” He claps Nate on the back. “Ain’t that right, Nate the Great?”
Nate ducks his head modestly. “That’s right.”
In the wake of the apocalypse, American comedy actor Ted Lasso winds up leading a Shakespearean troupe across the ruins of England. A Station Eleven post-apocalyptic theatre AU (no knowledge of Station Eleven necessary to read).
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The Last of Us - S01E02
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Fred Gambino
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The newest addition to the hot springs lot
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Far From Home
A Farmers Union driver stuck in the desert, far from the golden fields of his home, with his Van overheated and his ammo non-existent. The truck offers shade, but barely anything beyond.
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I have been playing Stray, a cat game in which you do cat things amidst the backdrop of a post-apocalyptic underground robot city. Here is an illustration of one of my favorite moments so far.
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smiling Red??? Him pouting looks more appropriate.
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