Isaac walked quickly through the streets of London, completely unaware of the magma bubbling beneath him. The subtext was the fossil fuel, but all the energetic young man was focused on was getting to his destination and doing his bit for the pixel person he loved.

 

 

As darkness descended on the city, it read with its fingertips the narrative written in Braille on the streets. Darkness smiled blackly to itself as it followed the story because, barely a few steps in, it could tell exactly where the tale was going to end...

 

 

As darkness descended on the city, it read with its fingertips the narrative written in Braille on the streets. Darkness smiled blackly to itself as it followed the story because, barely a few steps in, it could tell exactly where the tale was going to end...

 

 

They knew there would be a fundamental confusion of genres on the streets of London in the end-times, and that an alien invasion of some sort would occur. They were banking on the idea of the Abyss being opened up in the basement of the British Library, where many rare and unseen books were housed.

 

'We are what’s left of real society,’ she said, pops and crackles filling in the gaps between her words. ‘All that out there is a map of trap streets.'