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Round the wheel went. All of us, inside the hub. Small as mice, but large as men, if we were men, but we were but newts, bandaged and scraped from the wars. This, our current mode of travel, took us far, far to the outer shell of the river banks, the mossy coast, to defend…

You’ve been scratching at your computer screen waiting for the news to drop. Low and behold, HTC has now revealed their latest smartphone, the HTC One (M8) with all the juicy updates you’re likely to want: a bigger screen, more power, dual cameras, expandable storage (128GB MicroSD baby!) and motion gestures for your nubbins. It…

Shape layers about and each one of them more gangly and lopsided than the next. Five were on my belly, constructing an asymmetric melody of skin grafts and gears. When they started it up, the gears twisted, the skin tightened and out oozed these links. Laurent Durieux – Detailed recreations of movies, books posters and…

Columbus, Ohio-based company, Knockout Concepts, is developing a mobile 3D Scanner. Their objective is to create the mobile 3D Scanner that can go wherever you go and capture whatever what you see. The 3D Scanner is a first-of-its-kind unit which contains an integrated depth sensor from Primesense, the same technology used in 3D Systems’ own…

The tartan sky bled patterned red and crisp the sound of cannons. We held the bank and then the city, dropped amidst the tents of rags. And past the mossy crags we sped, where silently they slumber, fifty milidroits, machined a poised, protecting all these links. Isaac Hannaford – He’s got ships down, kicking out…

Your atop a 20 foot extension ladder. The sweat drips from your brow. You lean out. The ceiling fan… it’s almost hung. *Ker-plop* Yeeeeeah, that last screw just plummeted 24 feet into your unfinished, single-serve blueberry yogurt cup. That’s all sorts of frustration you just don’t need. If this were a TV infomercial, Phil Kauffman…

Long, drawn into the side of a cheek that was five inches of skin atop 20 inches of muscles. How many hits does it take to break a capillary in a giant of that size? It would have taken years if we hadn’t made it to the green–a lush landscape of vegetation and underground beasts…

When there were two of them, that’s when it got scary. We climbed. We climbed for what seemed four or five days. Both of them, at our feet, escaping appearance beneath the fog. All of them, their growls, their fur, their tentacles we would have the opportunity to slice off when our hands were not…

There in the sky, a rail, no, two rails curling from the forest floor to the mass of vines that formed the shells of their upper backs. Stationary they grew atop the belly of the earth, constructing themselves of beast and bird, scraps of metal, bits of wood and one single viscid mass syncing their…

The scaly checkbone of an ancient mariner lay against the dusty cupboard door of the hold. Gripping the latch as if shackled to it, and shackled by flaking skin from bone it was. If the sight were any more picturesque, I would have thought twice of kicking the corpse away. And twice I should have…

Joined at the knees they rose, a purple haze amongst the thickets green and a pungent odor on the nose. Most steps were amiss, sliding and slipping against the roots roiling through the ruts. Then mist-enveloped, they appeared–a simple whistle, a lark and these links. Andreas Preis – ‘Grow’ is just one project from Andreas…

As times go, it was a quiet one. Misty dew settling on the grasses and a smell of pies in the air. The latter quite interesting, as no one on this planet, had ever had pies–chicken pot, rhubarb or any containing nuts, cheese or cobbled fruit–Yet, it smelled of pies and we soon found that…

The churning sound withered with the distance. No longer would tiny chocolates and their furry battle lord companions be left from crossing realms. Some were skeptical, some we’re blinded by frost bitten eyes, but others, yes many others, rose up and crossed the divide gaining strength through a moderately paced three-course breakfast and these links.…

The chimes could be heard clear throu the thicket, the wall and the belly of the beast that stood in our way. Perhaps the sound traveled around his massive mid-rift, perhaps over his wart-ladened head. Either way, it distracted him giving us just enough time to clip the last of its feelers and activate these…

Round about the field we strolled, a summer’s afternoon. The containers there were full, all but a few admidst a den of the slothhorn hares. They had determined, not only how to create amazing mechanical devices, but also how to absorb the energy and grow them into these links. Eduardo Peña – Ships by sea…

First, it was the persistence of a calm wind that brought the pungent odor of their troop to our senses. Lock-step through the valley they crept as ninja-like as their shadows stretched atop the shadows of the cliff faces. Riding amidst them, riding the kettle goiler, was one drenched in the dark, reigns to each…

Perhaps you’re chillin’ in the eclectic abode of Shanghainese family of brush-tailed porcupines wondering where they curate their wonderful assortment of furniture and lighting. Perhaps the conversation leads to the discussion of computers, generative design and applying moisturizer in hard-to-reach places. With such discussions of computers and design, there’s likely one person’s name to pop…

In a fenced in corner of a heathered field, there sat a meadow mouse skilled in the ways of ukulele playing, dressed in a vest with ten pockets. In each of the pockets was a pic and a song with a dance and some words that went along. And behind these pockets, connected to each…

A small boy became a shepherd, eating lots of fruits and vegetables growing up, learning how to make lightbulbs. He said “hi” to his little fishy, then he went back to bed and had a nightmare in his brain, threw it away and dreamed about going to the park and playing with a turtle on…

Victory I say! Thou art no match for me. I have vanquished thine crusted, burnt and baked-on food parts fused deep within thine ‘non-stick’ grooves. Thou shall not claim the prize this time foul beast of pressed steel. Thine mass-produced brethren shriek and heat evenly at the site of my blistered scrub nubs. I have…

The furry cheek fat of the the chub-hubbling’s left eyelid drooped over the rods that served to heighten its sense of both smell and sound. Offering tea, you could barely keep yourself from saying thank you, bowing at the waist for a closer look that revealed small mechanical worms crawling across those rods, harvesting these…

Locked inside the tumultuous tummy of the stuffed teddy toto, we evaluated the situation. A) we had plenty of grade-a foam B) we had some leftover honey and a half-melted stick of pig fat C) we had with us the explosive power of nine carbonate hamster sacks–in a word, these links. Michael Kus – Superbly…

The story of Gordon LaPlante may have started out similar to many other maker/tinkerer/Ima-gonna-start-my-own-3d-printer-company types. Tearing apart mechanized contraptions at an early age to determine their inner workings seems the prerequisite foundation–rebuilding, revising and improving on shortcomings to reuse the parts or make it twice as gooder than it was before. The gMax 3D Printer…