The Year of Perfect Vision

Thursday, January 23, 2020

The Holographic Paradox

(Luminous buttes as seen through a photo multiplication tube lens)                                                            photo by the editor (shaun lawton).    


   Welcome to the Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, as we begin the second decade of our transcription across the worldwide interconnected computer networks linked by a wide array of electronic, wireless, and optical synchronizing technologies.  As those faithful readers who've paid enough attention to this blog masquerading as a webzine already know, I was compelled to begin putting this online fanzine out in the summer of 2009. According to our meta-periodical's legend, the true 'editors' of this digital broadside are a 'fleet of supremely adaptable nanobots flowing through my bloodstream.'  During that innocuous summer I became possessed by the idea that a microfleet of nano-computers had somehow entered into the synapses of my brain. One of their earliest missives was to inform me that they had assimilated the info they needed for a correlative attempt at publishing this daily. Apparently, they gathered information from masses of demographics both here and  abroad to determine the optimal format to broadcast this digest.  That they resolved for it to be delivered in a blog format still puzzles many subscribers, myself included. Yet I've never questioned their rationalizationmuch less their motivesfor having spurred me on toward putting out this semi-monthly electronic literary booklet.  Every time they messaged me (from inside my own consciousness) it was in order to prompt me to put out the next issue of the Freezine. After several issues they made it clear that their dispatches were being beamed in to my head from the future. 

   In order to catch up with all the memorandums sent to me by the microhorde (or nanoswarm as I sometimes refer to them) devotees of the Freezine would be advised to catch up on my editorial comments at the end of every issue, which ordinarily occur on the final day of the month after the daily posts have run their course (refer to the Blog Archive located in the upper right margin of this website). When the Freezine is operating at optimal efficiency, it publishes daily episodes of a serialized novella between Mondays and Thursdays, and stand-alone short stories typically on Fridays. Otherwise, it may post anything at any time, without reason or rhyme. The BloodHost (as it has also been called)—that cybernetic flotilla that's invaded my cerebrum—began lessening the frequency of its demands after the first dozen or so issues of our subliterary cyber-rag went up.  I still don't know if that was due to some sort of magnetically conducted plasma interference during their attempted transmissions, or what. Luckily for us, last year their communications became more prevalent, allowing this free virtual online creative writing workshop to recommence. 

   The most recent nano-missives I've received seem to have originated from a lone outpost near Jupiter—emanating from a surviving team of human beings stranded on Ceres (as far as I can figure)from sometime in the future.  I've deduced they must be stranded in a colony established on that minor planet, located at the outer periphery of the asteroid belt. By encoding everything onto nano-circuits somehow embedded on neutrinos that were beamed into the heart of Sagittarius A*, they managed to send this fleet of microchips back in time to the year 2009 where it was absorbed by a hospital patient transporter on duty in the process of bringing an aging war veteran in for a nuclear medicine stress test (I have expressed this part of my narrative from a third person point of view in order to gain much needed objectivity). The C-arm parked out in the hallway of the radiology department was on and humming strangely as the transporter passed by returning the wheelchair, when a blue arc of laser light flared in his peripheral vision, causing momentary blindness.  He stopped pushing the wheelchair for several seconds, blinking in an effort to recover his eyesight. His vision slowly swam back into focus after a few moments.

   That patient transporter, Paul Aman, lived in a mid-western city somewhere in continental North America. It was about ten years ago when he first had the idea to start up a free publication of illustrated short stories and serialized novellas on the world wide web.  A fan of science fiction since he was a child, little did he realize that his effort at establishing a fanzine online was incited by an imperative sent back in time to possess him into doing something for the love of the endeavor rather than to try making money from it. As the nano-horde encoded his neural network with sub-programmed commands apparently (from what turns out to later become a shed alternate ghost world) sent in a final desperate attempt to stabilize planet Earth's timeline in order to develop a more cohesive and sustainable post-cybernetic environment. It took Paul several years, as the receptor and carrier of this electromagnetic wave of information, to begin realizing the true shape of events this channeled interception from the future had spurred him on to engender. 

   Yes, Paul Aman is just my alias. As editor in chief at the Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction, I've come to realize, from a sharply honed intuition, that he/I wasn't the only human subject acting as a conducive instrument relaying commands sent tacitly our way from the stranded base of last surviving humans on Ceres. There are likely thousands of us and potentially millions; for all I know, the entire human race has received this electromagnetically delegated assortment of directives by now—each with its own respective set of mandates. I've been thinking lately about how neutrinos leave streaks of light when they pass through the purest water. As they penetrate our planet's oceans, they must barely leave a discernible ambient flash, too brief and faint to be registered by a person's eyes. Cephalopods and various insects have been known for their ability to detect polarized light. But I digress. It has led to an even stranger thought.

   The neutrino itself may have already been revealed to remain the entirety of all universes compressed into a singularity which manages to be mirrored by a duplication process not unlike cloning from a branched off membrane which is assimilated into the growing milieu of the morphological universeitself the opposed counterbalance of the singularity altogether familiar to our own yet somehow incomprehensibly different. One way of thinking of what I mean is to visualize countless rain drops in a mind-exercise representing every neutrino as actual reflections of the one singular neutrino in existence and that exact solid object appears to be our universe alongside this planet with its life and current species of humanity yet surviving upon it as we apparently continue to plunge in motion through a process involving the spacetime continuum. Of course this neutrino remains the only thing faster than lightas it projects through a million different facets stitching us into existence. 

   There's grounds to suggest this singularity keeps repeating its programming in a never ending loop of such gradually decaying simulation that the differentials spawned grow not into yet more shed ghosts of future developmentsbut rather constantly shape and mold the singular only possible existence here frozen in static eternitypossessed by the illusion of constant movement to the point that even in our resting state of deep sleep every night, occurring with metronomic persistence, we are unable to really wake up from our conditioning to realize this motion conducts us into dreaming. 

   The reason for this appears to be the evidence we're machines powered by electromagnetic forces beyond our comprehension which nonetheless animate our complete existence with absolute authority right on down to the intricately worked out details of a relatively predetermined future existence destined to remain everlasting despite our inability to understand any single part (much less the whole) of which it's comprised. The fractal holography paradox appears to never blink because we operate on differentiating frequencies while we stare into the same universal mirror. 

   Which leads us to the present annular location of our progressive planet in the spacetime continuum. As we phase into 2020—the Year of Perfect Vision—the Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction continues its undying devotion toward showcasing the written expressions of different individual's uncensored accounts. This creative writing endeavor comes equipped to consider each contributor's unique perspective. The least we (the editors of this electronic tabloid) can do is allow each writer to retain their own voice. The Freezine stands vigilant at the fringes of what is considered to be free speech, facing outward to protect its writers from forces that might otherwise render them silent. The comments section have been opened for all to utilize, using their online ID, or anonymously, whatever the case may be. 

   Please feel free to email me at   freezinefantasysciencefiction@gmail.com — with a query letter or just drop all pretenses of formality and ask me any questions you have about this online zine, straight up. I'll be happy to read your story and let you know if its a fit for our webzine. I have a BFA in Creative Writing, and I won't bite you. My inbox has already received some interesting submissions, so you might want to throw caution to the wind and send me an email, because as soon as I get enough stories together to constitute a well-rounded issue, I'll be publishing the next edition of our community digest for all to read and marvel over and share across their respective social utility networks, such as Twitter, Facebook, Blogger, Pinterest, or by email, if you prefer.  

   If you're a long time enthusiast of this integral site or a brand newcomer, welcome and thank you for taking interest in one of our favorite pastimes:  reading entertaining stories and admiring sensational artwork that beckons you from the nether realms.  Stay tuned to this channel. We have a slew of surprises waiting for you to stumble upon, coming soon. Share this post today with a friend, and be sure to subscribe by email or on blogger to receive all future dispatches from the Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction.  


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Issue #25     
Spring 2020 


Archive of Stories
and Authors

Konstantine Paradias & Edward
Morris's HOW THE GODS KILL


Konstantine Paradias's
SACRI-FEES

Konstantine Paradias is a writer by
choice. At the moment, he's published
over 100 stories in English, Japanese,
Romanian, German, Dutch and
Portuguese and has worked in a free-
lancing capacity for videogames, screen-
plays and anthologies. People tell him
he's got a writing problem but he can,
like, quit whenever he wants, man.
His work has been nominated
for a Pushcart Prize.

Edward Morris's
ONE NIGHT IN MANHATTAN


Edward Morris's
MERCY STREET

Edward Morris is a 2011 nominee for
the Pushcart Prize in literature, has
also been nominated for the 2009
Rhysling Award and the 2005 British
Science Fiction Association Award.
His short stories have been published
over a hundred and twenty times in
four languages, most recently at
PerhihelionSF, the Red Penny Papers'
SUPERPOW! anthology, and The
Magazine of Bizarro Fiction. He lives
and works in Portland as a writer,
editor, spoken word MC and bouncer,
and is also a regular guest author at
the H.P. Lovecraft Film Festival.


Tim Fezz's
BURNT WEENY SANDWICH

Tim Fezz's
MANY SILVERED MOONS AGO

Tim Fezz hails out of the shattered
streets of Philly destroying the air-
waves and people's minds in the
underground with his band OLD
FEZZIWIG. He's been known to
dip his razor quill into his own
blood and pen a twisted tale
every now and again. We are
delighted to have him onboard
the FREEZINE and we hope
you are, too.

Sean Padlo's
GRANDPA'S LAST REQUEST

Sean Padlo's exact whereabouts
are never able to be fully
pinned down, but what we
do know about him is laced
with the echoes of legend.
He's already been known
to haunt certain areas of
the landscape, a trick said
to only be possible by being
able to manipulate it from
the future. His presence
among the rest of us here
at the freezine sends shivers
of fear deep in our solar plexus.


Daniel E. Lambert's
DEAD CLOWN AND MAGNET HEAD


Daniel E. Lambert teaches English
at California State University, Los
Angeles and East Los Angeles College.
He also teaches online Literature
courses for Colorado Technical
University. His writing appears
in Silver Apples, Easy Reader,
Other Worlds, Wrapped in Plastic
and The Daily Breeze. His work
also appears in the anthologies
When Words Collide, Flash It,
Daily Flash 2012, Daily Frights
2012, An Island of Egrets and
Timeless Voices. His collection
of poetry and prose, Love and
Other Diversions, is available
through Amazon. He lives in
Southern California with his
wife, poet and author Anhthao Bui.

Phoenix's
AGAIN AND AGAIN

Phoenix has enjoyed writing since he
was a little kid. He finds much import-
ance and truth in creative expression.
Phoenix has written over sixty books,
and has published everything from
novels, to poetry and philosophy.
He hopes to inspire people with his
writing and to ask difficult questions
about our world and the universe.
Phoenix lives in Salt Lake City, Utah,
where he spends much of his time
reading books on science, philosophy,
and literature. He spends a good deal
of his free time writing and working
on new books. The Freezine of Fant-
asy and Science Fiction welcomes him
and his unique, intense vision.
Discover Phoenix's books at his author
page on Amazon. Also check out his blog.

Adam Bolivar's
SERVITORS OF THE
OUTER DARKNESS


Adam Bolivar's
THE DEVIL & SIR
FRANCIS DRAKE



Adam Bolivar's
THE TIME-EATER


Adam Bolivar is an expatriate Bostonian
who has lived in New Orleans and Berkeley,
and currently resides in Portland, Oregon
with his beloved wife and fluffy gray cat
Dahlia. Adam wears round, antique glasses
and has a fondness for hats. His greatest
inspirations include H.P. Lovecraft,
Jack tales and coffee. He has been
a Romantic poet for as long as any-
one can remember, specializing in
the composition of spectral balladry,
utilizing to great effect a traditional
poetic form that taps into the haunted
undercurrents of folklore seldom found
in other forms of writing.
His poetry has appeared on the pages
of such publications as SPECTRAL
REALMS and BLACK WINGS OF
CTHULHU, and a poem of his,
"The Rime of the Eldritch Mariner,"
won the Rhysling Award for long-form
poetry. His collection of weird balladry
and Jack tales, THE LAY OF OLD HEX,
was published by Hippocampus Press in 2017.


David Agranoff's
A PLANET OF YOUR OWN


David Agranoff's
THE FALLEN GUARDIAN'S
MANDATE


David Agranoff is the author of the
following books: Ring of Fire (Eraserhead
Press, 2018), Flesh Trade (co-written
w/Edward Morris; published by Create-
Space, 2017), Punk Rock Ghost Story
(Deadite Press, 2016), Amazing Punk
Stories (Eraserhead Press, 2016),
Boot Boys of the Wolf Reich (Eraserhead
Press, 2014), Hunting the Moon Tribe
(Eraserhead Press, 2011), The Vegan
Revolution...with Zombies (Eraserhead
Press, 2010), and Screams from a Dying
World (Afterbirth Books, 2009).
David is a hardcore vegan and tireless
environmentalist. His contributions to
the punk horror scene and the planet in
general have already established him
as a bright new writer and activist to
watch out for. The Freezine of Fantasy
and Science Fiction welcomes him and
his defiant vision open-heartedly.

David is a busy man, usually at work
on several different novels or projects
at once. He is sure to leave his mark on
a world teetering over the edge of
ecological imbalance.

Sanford Meschkow's
INEVITABLE

Sanford Meschkow is a retired former
NYer who married a Philly suburban
Main Line girl. Sanford has been pub-
lished in a 1970s issue of AMAZING.
We welcome him here on the FREE-
ZINE of Fantasy and Science Fiction.

Brian "Flesheater" Stoneking's
THE RECIDIVIST



Brian "Flesheater" Stoneking's
THE MEMORY SECTOR

Brian "Flesheater" Stoneking currently
resides in the high desert of Phoenix,
Arizona where he enjoys campy horror
movies within the comfort of an Insane
Asylum. Search for his science fiction
stories at The Intestinal Fortitude in
the Flesheater's World section.
The Memory Sector is his first
appearance in the Freezine of
Fantasy and Science Fiction.

Owen R. Powell's
NOETIC VACATIONS

Little is known of the mysterious
Owen R. Powell (oftentimes referred
to as Orp online). That is because he
usually keeps moving. The story
Noetic Vacations marks his first
appearance in the Freezine.

Gene Stewart
(writing as Art Wester)
GROUND PORK


Gene Stewart's
CRYPTID'S LAIR

Gene Stewart is a writer and artist.
He currently lives in the Midwest
American Wilderness where he is
researching tales of mystical realism,
writing ficta mystica, and exploring
the dark by casting a little light into
the shadows. Follow this link to his
website where there are many samples
of his writing and much else; come
explore.

Daniel José Older's
GRAVEYARD WALTZ


Daniel José Older's
THE COLLECTOR


Daniel José Older's spiritually driven,
urban storytelling takes root at the
crossroads of myth and history.
With sardonic, uplifting and often
hilarious prose, Older draws from
his work as an overnight 911 paramedic,
a teaching artist & an antiracist/antisexist
organizer to weave fast-moving, emotionally
engaging plots that speak whispers and
shouts about power and privilege in
modern day New York City. His work
has appeared in the Freezine of Fantasy
and Science Fiction, The ShadowCast
Audio Anthology, The Tide Pool, and
the collection Sunshine/Noir, and is
featured in Sheree Renee Thomas'
Black Pot Mojo Reading Series in Harlem.
When he's not writing, teaching or
riding around in an ambulance,
Daniel can be found performing with
his Brooklyn-based soul quartet
Ghost Star. His blog about the
ridiculous and disturbing world
of EMS can be found here.


Paul Stuart's
SEA?TV!


Paul Stuart is the author of numerous
biographical blurbs written in the third
person. His previously published fiction
appears in The Vault of Punk Horror and
His non-fiction financial pieces can be found
in a shiny, west-coast magazine that features
pictures of expensive homes, as well as images
of women in casual poses and their accessories.
Consider writing him at paul@twilightlane.com,
if you'd like some thing from his garage. In fall
2010, look for Grade 12 Trigonometry and
Pre-Calculus -With Zombies.


Rain Grave's
MAU BAST


Rain Graves is an award winning
author of horror, science fiction and
poetry. She is best known for the 2002
Poetry Collection, The Gossamer Eye
(along with Mark McLaughlin and
David Niall Wilson). Her most
recent book, Barfodder: Poetry
Written in Dark Bars and Questionable
Cafes, has been hailed by Publisher's
Weekly as "Bukowski meets Lovecraft..."
in January of 2009. She lives and
writes in San Francisco, performing
spoken word at events around the
country. 877-DRK-POEM -



Icy Sedgwick's
THE PORCELAIN WOMAN


Icy Sedgwick is part writer and part
trainee supervillain. She lives in the UK
but dreams of the Old West. Her current
works include a ghost story about a Cavalier
and a Western tale of retribution. Find her
ebooks, free weekly fiction and other
shenanigans at Icy’s Cabinet of Curiosities.


Blag Dahlia's
armed to the teeth
with LIPSTICK



BLAG DAHLIA is a Rock Legend.
Singer, Songwriter, producer &
founder of the notorious DWARVES.
He has written two novels, ‘NINA’ and
‘ARMED to the TEETH with LIPSTICK’.


G. Alden Davis's
THE FOLD


G. Alden Davis wrote his first short story
in high school, and received a creative
writing scholarship for the effort. Soon
afterward he discovered that words were
not enough, and left for art school. He was
awarded the Emeritus Fellowship along
with his BFA from Memphis College of Art
in '94, and entered the videogame industry
as a team leader and 3D artist. He has over
25 published games to his credit. Mr. Davis
is a Burningman participant of 14 years,
and he swings a mean sword in the SCA.
He's also the best friend I ever had. He
was taken away from us last year on Jan
25 and I'll never be able to understand why.
Together we were a fantastic duo, the
legendary Grub Bros. Our secret base
exists on a cross-hatched nexus between
the Year of the Dragon and Dark City.
Somewhere along the tectonic fault
lines of our electromagnetic gathering,
shades of us peel off from the coruscating
pillars and are dropped back into the mix.
The phrase "rest in peace" just bugs me.
I'd rather think that Greg Grub's inimitable
spirit somehow continues evolving along
another manifestation of light itself, a
purple shift shall we say into another
phase of our expanding universe. I
ask myself, is it wishful thinking?
Will we really shed our human skin
like a discarded chrysalis and emerge
shimmering on another wavelength
altogether--or even manifest right
here among the rest without their
even beginning to suspect it? Well
people do believe in ghosts, but I
myself have long been suspicious
there can only be one single ghost
and that's all the stars in the universe
shrinking away into a withering heart
glittering and winking at us like
lost diamonds still echoing all their
sad and lonely songs fallen on deaf
eyes and ears blind to their colorful
emanations. My grub brother always
knew better than what the limits
of this old world taught him. We
explored past the outer peripheries
of our comfort zones to awaken
the terror in our minds and keep
us on our toes deep in the forest
in the middle of the night. The owls
led our way and the wilderness
transformed into a sanctuary.
The adventures we shared together
will always remain tattooed on
the pages of my skin. They tell a
story that we began together and
which continues being woven to
this very day. It's the same old
story about how we all were in
this together and how each and
every one of us is also going away
someday and though it will be the far-
thest we can manage to tell our own
tale we may rest assured it will be
continued like one of the old pulp
serials by all our friends which survive
us and manage to continue
the saga whispering in the wind.

Shae Sveniker's
A NEW METAPHYSICAL STUDY
REGARDING THE BEHAVIOR
OF PLANT LIFE


Shae is a poet/artist/student and former
resident of the Salt Pit, UT, currently living
in Simi Valley, CA. His short stories are on
Blogger and his poetry is hosted on Livejournal.


Nigel Strange's
PLASTIC CHILDREN


Nigel Strange lives with his wife and
daughter, cats, and tiny dog-like thing
in their home in California where he
occasionally experiments recreationally
with lucidity. PLASTIC CHILDREN
is his first publication.


J.R. Torina's
THE HOUSE IN THE PORT


J.R. Torina was DJ for Sonic Slaughter-
house ('90-'97), runs Sutekh Productions
(an industrial-ambient music label) and
Slaughterhouse Records (metal record
label), and was proprietor of The Abyss
(a metal-gothic-industrial c.d. shop in
SLC, now closed). He is the dark force
behind Scapegoat (an ambient-tribal-
noise-experimental unit). THE HOUSE
IN THE PORT is his first publication.


K.B. Updike, Jr's
THE GOLDEN THIRD EYE


K.B. Updike, Jr. is a young virgin
Virginia writer. KB's life work,
published 100% for free:
(We are not certain if K.B. Updike, Jr.
has lost his Virginian virginity yet.)