Fractopian Fiction

by Jens Durke

I just wanted to start with saying that her foot in his face surprised me as much as it did him. She must have jumped a bit, which made it all the more impressive, to be honest. It escalated so quickly it was a full-out brawl by the time I could make a stupid face, open-mouthed, one finger wavering questioning in the air and all the regalia you’d imagine. But I’m getting ahead of myself. This started as a normal day at the job. We were somewhere over the Kaishi Industrial Complex, right where it rubs shoulders with the Bosing slums and the Sunridge...



by Tiffany Reynolds

Toichi’s Dream is Finally Finished

by Joliet Shiften, Union City News
September 21, 2111

As many readers know, over the past several years this reporter has written many articles on the building of the Ashvin Arcology. Some time tomorrow, the last printing of the superstructure will be finished. Designed thirty years ago by Toichi Sandburg, grandson of the great Japanese architect and engineer, Tokanece, this 2km by 1km tower covers twice the floor space of Tokanece’s dream "Tokyo Sky."

Possessing five grad...



by Tod Foley

FOODIEMARTTM says: Welcome, New Citizen! Stop by one of our local FoodieMart outlets for a free Lunch Kit! Did you know that FoodieMart features the world's most advanced SmartShopping system? Signal MORE for more info!

The FoodieMart SmartShoppingTM system maintains your purchasing profile while you shop, and makes suggestions based on your unique shopping history--it's what makes you you! The system can even connect to your IoT devices or Home Assistant...



by Jens Durke

"I didn't say people want to smell corpses all the time, but every once in a while it's healthy, and there are folks out there paying good credits for experiences like that. It's really off the charts with augmentation apps and, believe me, there's shit to smell in virtual realities no real nose could comprehend. Bestselling shit, no less. It's called ‘benign masochism.' Look it up, Karyn."

Jeremy doing his thing again, spamming me with semi-useful knowledge to kill some time on our way to a job. It would get dark when he was in a bad mood, like...



by Tod Foley

Bots swish quietly up and down the sterile halls of the New Citizen In-Processing Office. As a newly-approved immigrant to Union City you've been scanned, digitized, analyzed and treated to a wide range of innoculants via an injection of nanobots now swarming around within your bloodstream. You've never felt healthier in your life.

Any pressing medical concerns such as communicative diseases or bodily harm have been dealt with, and you're ready to receive your Personal Identification Device, which will tie your NIN (your Node Identification Number...



by Levi Kornelsen

I'm here with Jason Wright, the leader of the Federalist party. Jason, your new book is titled “The Evitable City,” which I and no small number of my readers find a little baffling. Could you start with that?

Happy to, Mrs. Ruis.

Oh, call me Maria, please.

Why, thank you, Maria. The title is a play on the idea that our modern city-centric view of politics isn't the state of affairs one might expect from history. We treat the constantly growing power of cities as...



by Jens Durke

6:00 am.

You know you have a hard day ahead of you when they shoot at you on your way in. We were on the outskirts of Cerillis, right near the border of the Kaishi industrial complex, and the constant plong noises of the bullets ricocheting off the car were starting to get on my nerves. Jeremy was a bit edgy, he didn‘t believe in the protection our staff hovercar offered.

“There! I can see one! Those fuckers...” Jeremy, his face pressed against the window to get a better view for his private stream, pointed to a nearby roof below...



by Adrian McCauley

Her apartment complex, as with much of this part of Midoru, was owned by Nutrex. A tall plascrete tower underlit by green lights, advertisements for NBP scrolled around the building. Bespoke elements within the adverts quickly updated, and soon the entire building seemed to be speaking directly to Nerita.

The walls in the corridor were also one large, rotating advertisement for NBP. “Invest in Nutrex. Grow your future with us.” It looped scenes from the algae farms, showing workers smiling while maintaining the bioreactors, administrators...



by Tod Foley

You wake up to the soothing sounds of your favorite musical style, dynamically intermixed with news of local events and upbeat motivational messages culled from your online searches and interests. Your virtual agent has prepared a to-do list for your day, which hovers in mid-air across the room. As your eyes adjust to the slowly-dawning ambient lighting of your home environment system, your agent reminds you of the interview you've scheduled for today: a low-demand AI training gig for which you were automatically selected based on your reputation score...