The Earth is barreling toward an irreversible transformation. Atmospheric carbon dioxide, largely driven by human fossil fuel combustion, has surged past 424 parts per million—

Thus, the horror is not the wilderness. It is the way the white subject brings that wilderness with him—within his own assumptions, his own guilt, his own refusal to reckon with the full humanity of the people already there.

It conjured ruins not only of architecture but of consciousness—buildings that crumbled alongside minds, and bloodlines poisoned by the very memory of what they had repressed.

Long before algorithms wrote poems or diagnosed illnesses, writers were asking the big questions: What does it mean to create intelligence? What are the risks of building minds we might not control—or even understand?

You're sitting comfortably on your $8,000 Japanese bidet toilet, enjoying the heated seat and perfectly calibrated water pressure, when suddenly it hits you: what if this technological marvel is secretly working for Beijing?