Each 30-minute game is a simulated matchup of statistically optimized players drawn from that week’s McData, weighted by their global Johnson & Johnson Q-Tip Q-Score of Consumer Appeal.

As published in "Don't Look: 2022"

“Defeat!” flashed onto the screen as he watched his workers getting massacred in the background. Minjun exhaled deeply and slouched ...

Minjun plays the final game on his current contract.

The old friends met at this galbi restaurant every week.

After the game, Minjun checked his account.

The final pips were the drums of war that brought him back. Open your eyes. Ready your fingers. Jiggle the mouse...

Every person with whom he ingratiated himself would have looked more at home at an upscale drag club than a science lecture.

He was gonna do it. He was gonna freakin’ get it. The biggest story of his life, and possibly the world.

I could feel the crowd noise double in volume as my caravan of black security sedans rolled up to the stadium. The bottle of TeraBlu...

Kevin’s WrisTy jangled with it’s eternally chirpy audio wake-up call. “Damn thing’s more excited to start the day than I am,” he...

Melody sat in the bathtub. One arm was draped around her glass of white wine, the other was resting on the blue jeans which now squeezed against her thighs. The tepid water stank- the reeking, acrid ammonia had become the fog shrouding her very life, but went mostly unnoticed these days. She absentmindedly tugged at her ratty t-shirt. The logo on the black top was for a band she had never heard of: pop culture from another galaxy. A quick lean forward, a flick of the wrist,

Quent took a moment to stare at the pill on the kitchen table. It didn’t look like much: just a plain, amber capsule whose lopsided bulge...