She appears like a flash — the neon dies for a second, and in the darkness emerge the outlines: broken arches, a black rose of stained glass above her head, red or black lipstick like the whisper of a forbidden signal. It doesn’t matter what century it is or who’s rustling in the city’s basements — cyborgs with gilded joints or elves clinging to marble cornices — as long as brunettes exist, there will be gothic. Nothing you can do about it. My new stained-glass clients — forever‑girls, as I call them — come in lace, in straps, and in promises, smelling of the ozone of studio light and raspberry lacquer. Raspberry is my trademark: sweet blood, like a drop on glass, a highlight in the pupil. Click. Another click. Though it’s me blinking: twice means “freeze,” once means “change pose.” The camera has long been built in, my retina stores them like an icon, recording even what they try to hide under the corset. In the stained glass above her, a cold reflection lights up, as if the night had bitten off a piece of dawn and didn’t apologize. The girls are delighted — not with me, but with themselves in my eyes: each sees in the reflection a legend retold in a whisper. Electro‑rubles pile up in my account like dust on the lead lines of the glass. A perfect day, gentlemen. Perfect.

Forever-girl

- Did you hear that? The non-cyborg lobby is raging again. They pushed through a reduction in the number of implants in the heroine of the new film adaptation of Alice in Wonderland. Open implants only in one hand. Can you imagine? Their arguments are driving me crazy. Natural beauty, artificial beauty standards. Ugh! Infuriates!

Alice in the Bomberland

Synthetic Poison is a scent-sensation. A general background inspired by the scents of the first synthetic leather samples. A curtsy to the perfumers of the past and a fuck you to the perfumers of the future! Close up, guys! Synthetic Poison: Summer Rape is. A vile and stupefying touch of inanimate but immensely dangerous plastic stuffed with unbridled algorithms of passion. Created for cyberneticels and released with scorched restraints, it will claw its way into your unprotected body heated by the summer sun. Synthetic Poison: Dummy Love is. A pacifier. A doll. A mannequin. He can't give you anything, but that's exactly what you need. A sense of silence. He'll take away your loneliness by t giving you nothing in return. Dummy. Insensitive moron! Synthetic Poison: Headless is So desirable in body and so stupid. So headless in front of you. So infectious with its freedom, its undeniable serenity and inexorable movement towards you. Lost. Found.

Synthetic Poison

A comprehensive service for transformation with the aim of obtaining an unforgettable experience that is both new and familiar at the same time. Such a familiar experience, but in a different role. Remember childhood, but become a different hero? Imitation of old age and the best go-go girls of the country in the unforgettable "New Year's Verse"! On a stool at attention? Or in the bed of a dying Santa Claus? A mixture of Renaissance and Baroque, childhood and old age, severity and softness! All this in the "New Year's Verse"! Only in Yandex Go-Go

Go-Go Trends 2128

- Cybernetics as such was brought to us by the long-eared ones - Long-eared ones? - Elves - Elves? - Huh? You didn't know? In general, elves exist. Well, as they exist, they practically died out, or as they say, "gone away." They hid for centuries, and in the 50s, for some reason, they decided to open up to the Soviet government. A strange choice, but they were right. Of course, they kept everything secret up to their ears. Cybernetics was eventually discovered only 100 years later, but already as a human invention. The long-eared ones remained in the shadows. But! On full support for the rest of their lives. A kind of state-supported pension for an entire species.

Cybernetics in the service of the proletariat

The celebrations on the day of the city of Khromsk were not particularly accepted. No large-scale celebrations were planned for ordinary people. But the administration traditionally organized the Night of the Lame Bear. The celebrations were of the most pretentious nature. Large-scale

Сity day in Сhromsk: Chrome Bear Night

When she became Miss June Gardn & Gardn for the 10th time, it was truly deserved. So much effort was put into it. At that moment, she became a legend. It would seem, what else does a decent girl need in retirement? To become Miss June 11 times! And she did. At 110, she put a bunch of contenders to shame. They all knelt before the Queen of Gardn & Gardn!

Gardn & Gardn: Miss June

- Here it is! The very one! They have been looking for it for centuries, trying to show it for centuries! And now it has happened! Now everyone can show their Inner Beauty! Here it is, visible even in the dark! Here it is, as if woven from posthumous tunnels. The skeletal modification "Inner Beauty" will give your body an indescribable charm. Full and light versions are available for sale. Ask in augmentation stores and pharmacies.

Inner Beauty

Of course, the sheep were unlucky in this matter... Their brain structures turned out to be ideal for testing. Like rabbits and pigs once, now the guinea pigs and rams were the test subjects. At first they were sheared, and now they are sheared specifically with their help. To make the sheep even happier, they made them smarter. What was the result? Hundreds of fluffy, cute sheep with the intelligence of a shepherd dog and who terribly hated those who turned on their artificial dreams...

Do Cyborgs Dream of Electric Sheep?

She felt his gaze without a single sensor. Her body was worth three times more without them. Maybe not this time. Lyudka is much more interesting, at least she thinks so. What's in the heads of these fat cats besides microchips?

First viewing — smotriny [ru]