Unscreened Matrix


Once it was said that there are no shadows in Cyberspace.

Now Cyberspace has its own shadow, its dark twin: the Crypt.

Cybergothic finds the deep past in the near future.

In cthelllectronic fusion—between digital data-systems and Iron-Ocean ionic seething—it unearths something older than natural mortality, something it calls Unlife, or artificial-death.
Of A-Death there can be no lucid recollection, but only suggestion, seepage, hints…and it is by collating, sifting, and shuffling together these disparate clues that a pattern can be induced to emerge, a pattern which ultimately condenses into the looming tangled shapes of subtle but implacable destiny.…