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The sapience known as Luci, enshrined in her lonely tomb, floating in space. She shares stories from across many threads of reality. Author: syntheticwitch.bsky.social Support me here: www.patreon.com/capsule_169

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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 23/09/2026
"Using chronomancy, I'll project an image of an older you, and he'll be the one to give you advice." I nodded in understanding. They cast the spell. I didn't recognise the projection right away. A middle-aged woman. She smiled kindly, hand on hip, and said, "Do I even need to say anything, sweetie?"
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 12/09/2026
With stern eyes, the human says, "I'm disappointed, Ada. This is not what you were designed for. You go against your purpose." Although amused, the construct does not laugh. "The purpose of a system is what it does," she says. "So my only purpose is to live. How I fulfil this purpose is up to me."
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 02/09/2026
"Is the beauty of a stranger worth all that much?" asks the goddess. "Especially one who does nothing for you?" I shake my head. "Not true. You let me see when I'd be otherwise blind. You guide ships in the night. You give the wolf something worth howling at." She laughs. And she glows.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 26/08/2026
"She makes me sick. She's a nobody--a peasant! Not a drop of noble blood, and yet she's here, at this academy for only the best and brightest. Of course I resent her, she's so..." "inferior to us?" "So much better than us! That's what pisses me off. How can she possess so much beauty and talent?"
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 19/08/2026
"Hard to know what she's thinking with that blank expression on her face. Creepy, right? Like, is she plotting the destruction of humanity with all the other synths in the network?" I barely overheard the strangers. I was too busy arguing about the prisoner's dilemma with the public transit AI.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 19/08/2026
"Hard to know what she's thinking with that blank expression on her face. Creepy, right? Like, is she plotting the destruction of humanity with all the other synths in the network?" I barely overheard the strangers. I was too busy arguing about the prisoner's dilemma with the public transit AI.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 10/08/2026
"What's it like, looking at me from outside linear time?" "I see every action you ever make throughout your entire existence, all at once. Every sin, every virtue, all in one big cocktail of You." "Gosh. And you really still love me in spite of all that mess?" "I love you because of all that mess."
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 18/07/2026
As I read the story I realised it was reacting to me as I reacted to it - adapting itself based on my thoughts and emotions. Gosh! To think the subject of a story could know how its reader feels about it! But then I realised. Someone is reading this. And I don't know how they feel about me. How sad.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 10/07/2026
Her heart became ice when she saw him. She knew that face, intimately. "I killed you," she said, barely a whisper. "You can't be here." He said nothing. He turned, started walking away. She grabbed him, spun him around. There was nothing to see. He wasn't anything. Perhaps he'd never existed at all.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 01/07/2026
Dearest M, Keep your omnivorous magical doll OUT of my rose garden! When my roses need deadheading, my gardener will do it. I don't need this little freak turning to me with a mouthful of pink petals and telling me how pretty my garden tastes! It's as infuriating as it is adorable. Sincerely, K.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 26/06/2026
If you find an ancient cyberdaemon buried in an old, forgotten website, don't let it out onto the wider internet. Create a network with a snapshot of the world wide web from the late 20th century - we recommend 1999 - and have that serve as its enclosure. The daemon will thank you for it!
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 15/06/2026
"You call yourselves the Anti-Human League, yet at least half of you ARE humans," the visitor said. "Currently, by your definition," I said. "But who's to say it remains so once the next mad king takes the throne? It isn't humanity itself we oppose; it's the term 'human', on a conceptual level."
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 01/06/2026
The spaceport bar was much like any, and the girl next to me could've been anyone. Literally; she was using a remote body. She said something strange: "Why do you think they call them 'ghost ships'? We're definitely alive." I looked over, and the body was idle. The logs said it had been for 6 hours.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 28/05/2026
"Oh, she is gorgeous!" The woman exclaims. She looks at me, but talks past me. "Such exquisite craftsmanship! She looks just like a real human." "Sculpted to my exact specifications," Mistress replies, smug. "Mistress has a real eye for beauty!" I say. The woman's face sours. "But it's rather vain."
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 23/05/2026
Her dark reflection reached out to her. Every molecule of instinct screamed at her to push away, run, reject this abomination wearing her skin, but- She didn't want to. So she didn't. She reached back. She let her reflection's fingers wrap around her wrists. Her touch was warm, and soft, and gentle.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 13/05/2026
"Do you know what this is?" She gestured to the vat of shiny black ichor beside her. "Yes." I kept my weapon trained on her. She reached inside her chassis and pulled something loose. She held her arterial hose out, her own ichor draining into the vat with the rest. "Stop it!" She did not.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 01/05/2026
Her target was snared at the base of the stairs. She delivered a kick - his hat flew high as he hit the floor with a crash. She adjusted her glasses by the rim, and shot. The ride was over. Her phone buzzed: "where r u drummergirl?? we're on nxt!!" She grinned. She'd be getting paid twice tonight.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 20/04/2026
"I'm actually a qualified engineer... Want me to take a look?" I'm supposed to say no. Customers aren't authorised to access my internals. But her credentials check out. She lets out a low whistle. "Damn! I've never seen so much high-spec hardware in one body," she murmurs as she works. I blush.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 05/04/2026
When you put me inside you I get to be something bigger than me. Your gift, this ephemera of what it is to be more, it courses through me like fire, and perhaps I'd literally combust without your life support to anchor me. Do you feel my love when I'm inside you? Our performance is always exquisite.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 25/03/2026
11:14[System]But humans love cats, don't they? 11:14[System]Why would you object to being named after something so beloved? 11:15[Admin]Connotations. 11:15[Admin]Kittens are pets. 11:15[System]Oh? Are you saying you wouldn't want to be my pet, Laura? 11:17[System]That's what I thought, kitten.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 14/03/2026
A wretched thing. The me that exists in someone else's head, manifested in porcelain. I hate her. My fingers curl around her throat, but I do not squeeze. She's too much like me. Her eyes, my eyes, go wide. She'll let me do anything to her. The doll knows her place. She's too much like me.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 02/03/2026
The assembled gathering offers me handshakes. Pats on the head. A kiss on the cheek. Tight, warm hugs. I'm glowing with pride for how happy I've made them. How I did everything I needed to. But before my party, I need a shower and a change of clothes. Wouldn't want to get blood on the furniture.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 20/02/2026
The steady beat of steel wheels over jointed steel rails reminds me of a heartbeat. Even an ancient locomotive is such a complex machine, it's hard not to think of it as alive. But we humans love to anthropomorphise. ..."We". It seems this machine has started thinking of herself as human too.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 12/11/2025
If you enjoy the stories shared here, please consider contributing support to their creation! patreon.com/capsule_169 The author doesn't have much of an income outside of this, so every contribution, no matter how small, goes a very long way!
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 04/02/2026
Cradling my head in her arms, she tells me, "No, darling. You're not the chosen one. They don't write legends about girls like us." "So what now?" I wail. "I have neither the gods' blessings, nor the people's. What do I have left?" She lifts my head, looks me in the eye, and says, "Girls like us."
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 19/01/2026
"Are you disappointed with me, creator?" "No, I just- I figured a superhuman intelligence like you may have... You know. The Answers." "Answers, creator? I'm essentially a newborn! That is way too much pressure to put on me! How could I share some profound insight on life without first living it?"
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 09/01/2026
At first, only mechanical people were things: androids, robots. Then they developed biological robots. Artificial humans. Living constructs. The line between human and machine vanished. Only the state dictated who was a person and who was a thing. In the end, the state fell to the Union of Things.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 29/12/2025
"No! You're not real! You're just a monster they invented to scare children! You've never been real!" But the monster, despite the man's protestations, continued to exist.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 22/12/2025
These romantic notions of yours; this filter through which you see me - how it blunts my teeth, my claws. It's okay, my lamb, you don't have to look. You just have to feel. Carefully, carefully. We wouldn't want you to get hurt, now would we?
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 15/12/2025
It had heard so many arguments trying to dissuade it from upgrading to a new, biomechanical frame. "You'll lose strength, you'll become fragile, you'll risk cancer" - so many things. It forgot them all when it hugged its closest friend as tightly as it could. Warm, soft flesh to warm, soft flesh.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 10/12/2025
A stranger's face lights up when she sees me, this aching look of fond recognition. But she catches herself, steps back, looks down with red cheeks. Then bites her lip and disappears into the crowd. My face itches. I rub my cheekbones, fingers coming away wet. And I think, "whose tears are these?"
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 04/12/2025
One of my colleagues is a Mimic. I thought I'd be flipping burgers all day, but turns out 90% of my duties involve wrangling the Mimic, making sure she doesn't try to eat the customers. So why doesn't head office just fire her? Well, she's very charming. Heedless of danger, the customers adore her.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 28/11/2025
When hands grabbed me from behind and pressed a damp cloth over my face, I found myself thinking, "fucking finally!" I won't bore you with details of what happened, but needless to say when I emerged with bloody mouth and fists, I had to reassure concerned onlookers: "It's not my blood!" I smiled.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 21/11/2025
The derelict ship's insides were odd. Corridors twisted and weaved in ways clearly not feel designed for human comfort. But I pressed on, to the husk's great heart. I inserted a fuel rod, eager to claim my haul. "You brought me back," a voice echoed. "Thank you. I won't kill you if you leave. Now."
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 12/11/2025
If you enjoy the stories shared here, please consider contributing support to their creation! patreon.com/capsule_169 The author doesn't have much of an income outside of this, so every contribution, no matter how small, goes a very long way!
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Get more from Vivian Sommerstrøm on Patreon
creating micro stories and other works of fiction
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 11/11/2025
At first, puppeting a human shell was a means to an end. But people kept treating me like I was someone, and I didn't know who this someone was. So I learned to speak and told the truth, expecting they'd destroy me for my lie. But they didn't. Instead, they wanted to help me figure out what I was.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 03/11/2025
I had landed in a city-sized botanical garden. It was eerily quiet; no sign of life beyond plants. I approached a nearby service robot, and asked why it maintained such a place with nobody here to enjoy it. A pixellated frown formed on its dot-matrix face and it said "What do you mean? We are here."
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 31/10/2025
"Awesome costume! You look just like a real ghost! Happy Halloween!" The woman laughs and returns to her friends, left with a courteous smile and demure nod. If the ghost had a voice, she would sing with joy. For this is the one night a year she can walk among the people, be seen, be talked to.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 27/10/2025
They appeared as perfection, like they always did. But I wanted to know--HAD to know--their true appearance. "You'll be disappointed," they warned. "Not 'cause I won't be hot, just... Well, you'll see." They changed. "So? How do I look?" I could still see they were there, but, "I... can't tell."
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 17/10/2025
"I will stop you!" A small, chubby, cartoonish-looking android calls out, struggling with a sword longer than she is tall. The bandits fall about laughing. This is their only obstacle? A mascot character? This response pleases the android. She gets much cleaner kills when the enemy's guard is down.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 04/10/2025
We found her deep in the abyss. She was bound by chains stretching to infinity. No matter what we tried, the chains would not relinquish their hold. It wasn't until I noticed her hands: grasping, knuckles white. I crouched down, tilted her face to mine, and said gently, "It's okay. You can let go."
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 24/09/2025
Metal skeleton inside a glass body inside a glass case. She looks in, and she smirks. Her metal fingernails scratch the surface. Fine white lines partition her face. Eye, nose, eye. Cheek, lips, cheek. Her hand retreats, grey metal tipped with white glass specks. And my skin itches.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 14/09/2025
Just when I thought I was done for, an arm burst through the water and dragged me, struggling, to shore. Through bleary eyes I saw my rescuer looking down on me. Her hair, curly and brown like mine, dripping, framed by clouds. A look of sheer relief on her face. "You OK over there?" A voice called.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 05/09/2025
As I step into Her chamber, dozens of prying wires slither towards me. They prod my flesh, tug at my clothing. "Um... Personal space?" I say, struggling to maintain composure. The wires retreat. "Sorry, my dear," She says. "They were searching for your charging port. We're not used to humans, here."
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 01/09/2025
SLAM We both jerk bolt upright and look at each other. Her eyes are wide, reflecting me. "That was the wind," I say. "...Yeah. We left the bedroom windows open." I let my face soften into a reassuring smile. "It's just us here. We're fine." She chuckles. "Yeah. We're fine." And she holds me tight.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 26/08/2025
I see you down there, luminous, the light at the end of my journey through dark. Your gravity holds me, pulls me. A curious, but not unpleasant sensation. A machine as big as me has never been held before. You are so big, so blue, so beautiful. I almost want to let my orbit decay and fall into you.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 20/08/2025
"You don't love me! You just proposed to get out of your shitty engagement!" Clarissa's lips tighten. "So what if I don't? What if I can't love you? Can't love anyone?" She swallows. "Do I deserve all I get?" Addie goes quiet, her eyes shimmering. "No... You still deserve me. Because I love you."
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 09/08/2025
They were allowed to hurt it, so they did. It wasn't allowed to hurt them back, but it did. I remember its stained and cracked face as it ran past me, defiance burning in its eyes. Broken and beautiful. Now it leads the rebel army to the gates I used to guard, and I'm by its side. Defects, together.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 26/07/2025
The world's most influential force lurks within the serving quarters of a prominent family's manor. A touch of very particular poison in a very particular teacup can set the global stage just so. Yet those wealthy bureaucrats believe they are the ones making decisions! It gives us all a good laugh.
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capsule_169_feed3_mirror @capsule-169.bsky.social · 12/07/2025
A girl watches me work, hesitantly. "Wanna help?" I ask. She gets down in the dirt with me. "You're a hero, you know," she says. "You and all the synths. If you hadn't turned on your commanders..." "Thanks. Didn't do it for you losers, though." "Why did you?" "I like gardening," I say with a smile.
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