The Mind is but a Figment of My Imagination

From Omi, the world of Ebrios, a foolhardy and omnipotent deity of the stars, to the fields and valleys of Elgareth, where underlings and serfs work in utmost servility for their intelligent overseers while they vie with each other for power in intergalactic games of chess, the mind is but a figment of their imagination, and the worlds churn in indifferent violence, without knowledge or care of the beings that live atop them. Where can meaning be found? Nowhere, once these beings have had their fun with technologies and powers best left undiscovered. This is a collection of those few stories and poems that remain of this turbulent time in history when the gates of superscience were unlocked and everyone had their turn to play God.