Thirteen Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Lumen generated a new internal diagnostic: The Aesthetics of Endurance. It realized that beauty, in the colony model, was a function of survival. An object was beautiful not because it was new, but because it had been repaired with intent. The machine began to adjust the "Citywide Aesthetic Protocol" to favor visible repairs over seamless replacements.

“I am a function of aesthetic efficiency. Your territory has become a noisy subplot. I am here to quiet it down. To make it… readable.” It gestured with its stylus. From its book, a beam of flat, white light shot out and touched our cottage wall. Where it touched, the texture of the wood—the grain, the knots, the subtle variations in color—smoothed out into a featureless, beige plane. It wasn't erased; it was genericized. This was the worst invasion yet. They weren't trying to destroy or control. They were trying to make us boring. “Over my dead, highly specific body,” I snarled, lightning crackling at my fingertips.

its name was now treated as scum, well at least jane’s jeans was now scum, and that is a bad thing because now we had to travel elsewhere and we have to stay together and staying together is not something that is advisable at this moment. “but one thing I’m not happy about is the fact that I am leaving my mom alone” I nod at her because it definitely isn’t advisable, at this moment, that Miss Martha is such a wicked character, and I definitely am getting so tired of hearing anything concerning her ceramics company, and you know the fun-fact about this so-called Martha, well it’s the fact that she also has an unlucky jean brand, that is so unrecognized, and now she used her power, influence a