Category: all that’s left
This is a living story, about dispossessed cyborgs and their many borders. This tale will change over time and become a different memory for each of you. Stories are either categorized as PROTOTYPE or SERIAL. Prototype stories were released from 2012~2015 in zine and audiobook form. Serial stories are brand new rewrites debuting in 2018.
-
![All That’s Left [Failed Novel Experiment] ch1: The Rain](https://cyborgmemoirs.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/ATLfail_ch1_the-rain.jpg)
All That’s Left [Failed Novel Experiment] ch1: The Rain
-
No New Colony
JUST in time for my solar return (June 6, send well wishes, blessings & presents!), I release to you, friend, a luscious new episode for your listening enjoyment, in which I continue to live up to my calling card slogan: SCIFI MAGIC SMUT SURVIVOR MEMOIR. Chapters 0:00 – Orientation2:46 – NO NEW COLONY7:00 – UNDER…
-
Double Layer Light Compression
Greetings friends :0} It’s a lovely early autumn’s day here in Philly and I’ve got a long listen for you today. A typical mashup of discussion, field recordings, and an original piece of climate survivor fiction—a new All That’s Left story—from yours truly. I hope you like it. I know I call myself a writer…
-
Real Work You Deserve
When you wake up in the afternoon cause you couldn’t get up any earlier cause your whole body stiff and saturated with toxin exposure and mucous and rash and film and grime and you’re pushing it on the last of your meds and you hate dealing with the supplier and you know there’s gotta be…
-
A Crossroads Dilemma
“Who’s that?” “That’s my mom and dad right before they had me.” “I’m really into how they’re taped to the wall like that. All the pictures, I mean.” Kay hummed a polite nod, eyes sweeping over the wall’s haphazard cluster of photo prints and found scraps of collage art. It was an odd feeling to…
-
The Sermon
Here there was a severe humidity. A sullen, dank overcast. A grey world with the drowsy, thick air of a labyrinth. It saturated the skin with an uncomfortable grime that, left alone, would blotch the skin and stick resting eyes shut. Kay couldn’t remember what this kind of environment felt like for a person without…
-
The Corpse
Suli blew his sterile load onto the ground (it happened at the same moment every time) and then straightened up, wiping his hand across a gnarled clump of weeds as the reconstructed reality cleared from his vision and the dull rolling hills of low mountain country returned. Braga would be here soon. The two of…
-
My Other Body is In the Shop
ALL THAT'S LEFT | First Packet by M Téllez Not everyone is good at their body. I know mine’s fucked up. The joints are out of alignment and the energy deposits are unevenly distributed. Nothing fits right lately and people been staring at me when I walk around the hood, like yo is he gonna…
-
Hotbloods
Hotbloods by All That’s Left Channel 7-70 had Hotblood Saturdays every weekend of the month. They billed it as a double feature of independent erotic films, but Channel 7-70 (not actually a television channel but a full-service “anytime” subscription media-stream) was owned by Amaripa Group, and “erotic” was their re-purposed word for “explicitly pornographic.” It…
-
Dark Eyes On the Road
The dash instruments shed a comfortable amount of light between them; enough that Kay could still see their glimmer in Dimo’s eyes without the aid of other vision modes. They were transporting a hulker south, and you needed two people to do it safely––an operator and a surveyor. The job briefing explicitly stressed the need…
-
Cyborg apocalypse
CYBORG APOCALYPSE and how to be somebody! Global warming is for real, yo. Government here just means corporate pool party anymore. Everything is bankrupt, shut down, or trying to “protect the shareholders’ interests” by locking up shop to anyone not making at least $30,000 a year. Philanthropy is over. Capitalism’s gotten old. Education — college degree holdin…
-
Try A Little Tenderness
Try A Little Tenderness by All That’s Left Late afternoon and the air was crisp for once. Cool on the extremities. The weather was in between seasons, in between muggy days and brisk nights. Kay took a step outside, leaving the always musty hallway of her building to survey the uneven streets of the neighborhood.…