Dan Harvester is missing again...in 'The Spiral' metaverse. Will he end up as another lost soul, drained by the illusions of the Super-Virtual? Or, can a mysterious island; a simulation of the natural world - 'Fountellion' - still in Early Access and believed to be integral to The Spiral itself, restore balance to a planet headed for ecological disruption...? What is this island, a NEV-WORLD or 'Autonmous World'.... 'Nature Rules': never more than for the growing number of enthralled players trying to progress through. How will they be changed, if and when they 'complete' such an 'ultimate game'? What are the seven Insights and how can they possess real power to change Dan and society - from the inside out? Only by reading and immersion in a personal story can more about the nature of a truly ultimate game be experienced - and understood. Part One 'Lost Worlds'...

Virtual Reality is Out of Control...'Let me remember the dream again for a moment. Let me hold it in my mind. For with everything it has become - a shadowy reflection, a hollow advertisement - it is getting easier and easier to forget. And lately, many of its shadows have been haunting me. The shadows of paths never taken in the woods. I do not know the precise point that the dream of the Spiral began to diverge from what it once was...' ...Welcome to a free, short Virtual Web sci-fi story that explores ideas about a futuristic, immersive Gameworld influencing all levels of society...with emergent defects... NOTE: This is a fairly challenging, 'background' story with an emphasis on ideas. It will relate to some more accessible stories to follow... including, hopefully, a novel. If you're interested in writing about 'The Spiral' then search 'Fountellion' for the Medium publication. Fans of TRON, 'Nineteen Eighty-Four' by George Orwell, and 'Brave New World' by Aldous Huxley, may appreciate similar themes. Please comment with your impressions or feedback on the themes and content of the story... Best wishes, and 'Progression'! Note: most recent updated version on Medium: https://medium.com/fountellion-in-the-spiral/spiral-2-65-gameworlds-e8804fb82ff6

VIRTUAL INSPIRATION: TEST OUT the SPIRAL INTERFACE and ENTER the brave new SUPER-WORLDS... For there are no limitations, only imagination and ideas manifested in these initial projections and snapshots - voices from the ashes of the Neuroceans as the new, super-hyped Spiral metaverse now grows and rises... for fresh ghosts to haunt this virtually connected age... ...where you too can jack-in and explore a new revolution in human technology-powered expression and creativity, where its secret pioneers must come together with a willingness to express the goodness and terror of its possibly real - but still only imaginable - plunder... This is background to 'Fountellion' game story. Ideas and comments always welcome. https://medium.com/fountellion-in-the-spiral (updated versions) 2006, re-compiled 2009, revised fragments 2015 +

a student's writings, inspired by nature and science, and accumulated throughout the early days of the Internet, these writings explore expectations for the expressive 'convergence' to come. (revised edition 2014, with some alterations) ALT. BLURB: 'A one-off collection of early poetry from an artist and musician inspired amidst the rise of the internet; by possibilities for communication in the future. It blends a personal need for understanding with the implications of control for this more connected future, amid general submission to the eternal forces of nature and evolution.' 'Having grown up with the growth of the Web and computers, fascinated like most by these new elements of control and communication, I began to think about the spiritual implications - mixed together with a personal struggle for expression at the time - for all our souls within a system of nature. Later on these speculations were gathered together, and some of these 'results' question identity and highlight the limitations in our lives prior to this projected 'convergence', in the future. I feel there is scope for continual speculation, to aid us in our relationship with communication and computer technology.'

Poems from Devonshire, uk, around 2013-15, on the edge of Dartmoor. I started writing with poetry. I don't write much anymore but now and then a few come into my mind. You can check out my early volume of poetry, here on Wattpad: 'Gathered on This Beach: Poems & Perspectives for a Converging World' (written at the beginning of the internet). Poetry I like: Ted Hughes (proper rustic stuff), Robert Frost, John Keats, Wilfred Owen... so many.

Last night he'd had the dream again. He was struggling in slow-motion down a city street, tumbling over barriers, while wearing something heavy - riot gear, including a shock vest - but it was all vague and emotional. He wore head protection - again - a kind of visor or helmet, of course. He'd been pushing, forcing his way against something. It felt like being in a riot. But the street had been... empty. Nothing and no-one. Just himself, wrestling forwards - alone. And now this morning, this lethargy. And all the usual thoughts brimming and burning inside him. His doubts about his life, his other life, and the numerous dreams he still had for the future of both. "If only you'd seen things... with my eyes..." He uttered this phrase aloud just for playback; to hear the sound of his own raspy voice; test its quality. It came out as an ironic parody of the introductory line to the game world where he'd spent nearly all of yesterday. Dan Harvester lived alone in his low-key flat with his cat on the edge of the city... Continue the 'real' story of how Dan Harvester finds one of the hidden keys into the mysterious, forthcoming game-world 'Fountellion'...

A handful of final, random poems, from 2016+ I'd thought I'd given up writing poems, so these will probably be the last. For free here on wattpad. For more artwork and info, plus any contribution/support (if you think they're worth something?): visit : adespress.blog

What would it be like to 'see' through the eyes of Nature itself? How would we - humanity - appear? One night, a boy had a look, and he would never be the same again... A story for all ages about seeing and about our place in Nature.... An early, visionary tale about Artificial Intelligence, or a manifestation of interactive, human-made sentience.... Alternative description: A young boy wakes to find a round, glowing object in his bedroom - some kind of broken eye - and something summoning him outside. Soon he finds another fragment as he ventures further into the night... and... where next? This 'story' is an imaginative and spiritual tale about seeing. It's about our place within a changing, evolving world and within the mystery of nature. It's also an attempt at understanding our own (creative) nature; the body and the mind that motivates us as we try to belong and find peace in a world increasingly changed by scientific understanding and by all kinds of 'seeing'. Illustrated by the author in 2009.

The long-awaited new novel from Margaret Atwood. The Year of the Flood is a dystopic masterpiece and a testament to her visionary power. The times and species have been changing at a rapid rate, and the social compact is wearing as thin as environmental stability. Adam One, the kindly leader of the God's Gardeners—a religion devoted to the melding of science and religion, as well as the preservation of all plant and animal life—has long predicted a natural disaster that will alter Earth as we know it. Now it has occurred, obliterating most human life. Two women have survived: Ren, a young trapeze dancer locked inside the high-end sex club Scales and Tails, and Toby, a God's Gardener barricaded inside a luxurious spa where many of the treatments are edible. Have others survived? Ren's bioartist friend Amanda? Zeb, her eco-fighter stepfather? Her onetime lover, Jimmy? Or the murderous Painballers, survivors of the mutual-elimination Painball prison? Not to mention the shadowy, corrupt policing force of the ruling powers . . . Meanwhile, gene-spliced life forms are proliferating: the lion/lamb blends, the Mo'hair sheep with human hair, the pigs with human brain tissue. As Adam One and his intrepid hemp-clad band make their way through this strange new world, Ren and Toby will have to decide on their next move. They can't stay locked away . . . By turns dark, tender, violent, thoughtful, and uneasily hilarious, The Year of the Flood is Atwood at her most brilliant and inventive.