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Once the details were ironed out, we put on the suits. The grate of the near the base of the ship’s portmast was the only opening we could find. Guarded by Mograithian Spineshifters, we had to time the blast carefully. We set the charges, waited for their shadows, hit the button and let these links…

The sieve was its arm, four of them, paws more like, scrapping splinters from the hall floor as it dragged itself toward us. Some would give up as this point. We… well, we had two sacks of pears that would reveal otherwise. Two sacks of pears coated in the fortified extract of these links. Steve…

Each time there was a hiccup, more appeared. It was as if the stomach acids of the Sop Wharfer were capable of producing sop larvae with nothing but a recurring bout of mild indigestion. And the byproduct of the larvae, were millions and millions of these tiny, bubbly links. Nikita Veprikov – Beautiful, every image.…

Tilling always sent the clouds to wrapping, wrapping round his head, the plow, the farm, raising the earth and gobbling it in the streams of electrical energy tumbling through the air. The till, they called him, not for this power, but for the ability to, within seconds, produce these links. Sergey Zabelin – Massive scenes…

Pans and pans, stacks and stands of them. The old shopkeeper smiling out from their tops had a new hat. A red one, seven feet tall covered in pockets and hands with flutes and pot scrubbers, all preparing for these links. Simon Stalenhag – New work from Simon. Small bots, salvage yards and urban settings…

A long smile and cantankerous sneer sent the chill of an afternoon storm through the room. Hardly standing but tiptoeing deftly across each board, between snores it seemed, avoiding the cracks as not to trigger these links. Rebecca Monk – Elegant illustration with some that reveal much more with simple motion of an object, a…

What’s the rhino doing in the soap bottle? You would have asked it, yet stranger still was its size. A wee rhino. In a soap bottle. Sudsing about. And it occurs to you, that the muffled melody you hear is coming from that place, a rhino in a bottle with these links to pass the…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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 blast peeled back the sides of the tin skirted fence rows, dirt churned to powder, those hidden behind revealed in their pale, hunched shapes half burrowing, half rising to escape, perhaps a bodily torment, but more a hunger that anticipated your next move… and your next… and your next… drawing their consumptive energies from…

Each lens dropped the slates of yellow hard against the floor, blurred vertical by the acceleration and increased afterburn of the jump jets. If there were any charred remnants, crispins of fur or chattered casings, it would lay beneath the protective coating of these links. Duarte Pires – Thick lines, bright color in a range…

Gripped by arms of bracken root, the piper played his tune. A sky of gold and blue. A somber prelude, bit by angst and taken to its end. A song that slides and flows and chides and then consumes these links. Landis Fields – A wide mix of mech and concept, among video, illustration and…

When tall, shank-steamed colanders spilled the oily residue through mossy, tangled sieves, the arms reached from outside as the last vestige of light split the sights of a glow and an eye that twitched to reveal these links. Eric Felten – Ships and spaceports of course, but also corridors, landing pads and desktops that delivers…

The branch of the tree twisted down to the trunk. Grooved deeply and large enough the three of us could walk side by side. If it hadn’t appeared we might think the quakes surfacing it from the forest floor from another source, but it was all to apparent, the cause, was these links. Robert Chew…

The slaps came fast as if the bears paws were on a mechanical device geared to inflict all sorts of pain. They were in fact on a mechanical device. Paws attached to such a contraption as to make the head spin. But not one paw, not even two, but 5,286 paws spinning with a ferocity…

It is as it had been. A bleeding seized upon the land, green absorbed, mechanicals tremoring to the surface with dust in one hand, a cigar in the other and a cape of pure light stitched together with these links. Hugo Martin – Incredibly rich, complex environments, keyframes, matte painting and more to set the…

I looked in its eyes. It looked in mine. “Drop it like it is hot. Drop, drop it like it is hot,” it repeated in a desiccated, mechanical voice. It’s at this point I usually reminisce of the old days, when mechnoids lacked the access to early aught R&B chart topper lyrics. Still, it made…

A stretchy mix of colors oozed through the opening, up the panels of the barn and into their cage. You wouldn’t have know it otherwise, but their claws were made of the same substance. When the two touched, a flash of light, a small squeal and all five of them projectile vomiting these links. Ani…

A piercing hydraulic hiss echoed in the launch bay as we mounted our space cruisers to their docks. As we proceeded to our sleeping chambers, the motion-activated blacklights turned off one by one behind us as we walked down the dark and desolate docking terminal. We settled to our quarters, ate some dehydrated ice cream,…

A long, hard march took us over the hill, through the small ravine, up toward a land with a greenish hue and what looked to be small antenna covering the ground. They moved and swayed with each other, extending out in explosive waves, grappling beads of moisture in the air–and they grew thicker the closer…

Thick slides and ungreased scrapping of wooden drawers filled the hallway. The air grew dark, sounds muffled, as if all the days of rabbit storm had been combined into one moment where the children hid beneath their desks, clinging to raw carrot juice, keeping extra clips at the ready and entertaining their minds with these…

Delivering the infusion, the sound of the metal chair hit against the wall. It wasn’t as if it were trying to escape, but there was a look in its eyes that said, “once the lights flicker, flicker just one more time, all of you will know exactly what I am.” The lights did flicker, flicker…

Surfacing from the lower board of the lower pier at the lower end of south street, the small barnacle caught a glint of sunshine in the green light of the misty afternoon. Low the tide had been for many a year, lower still on that fateful day. A day when barnacles touched the air and…

The brief pause caused him to pause. Two people pausing like that just wasn’t right. It was uncomfortable. Everyone felt it. You could see it on there faces as well as on the face of the frightened rabbit being tossed through the air amidst the fire brigade rushing toward the inferno. Eventually they would reach…

Charged, it shrank back through the brush, mechanical tracks greased by symbiotic disgust of its host, lit in the beams pulsing about its skeletal cage. Stopping, the small hatch above its brow opened and out popped the pilot host; small, half fur and leather straps, banging on about these links. Jake Parker – The lovely…

When it had come to pass that they learned the small rabbit king tricked the wicked peddlers with his wit and candied carrots, there rose up such a roar amongst the woodland creatures that barely a swallow or sprite could hear the brook near the dawn willow tree rising up the banks. Would the rabbit…

Dimly lit and and starkly grand, the peanut thief perched atop my hand. “Where will we go?” Its wings would say, like two old ladies pining away. Pining away for better days and sweet rum raisins that hold these links. Giampaolo Miraglia – It’s geometric illustration taken to another level. The level of awesome captured…

Once the slivers had been excised from the finger, I looked up, then over at the man-sized centipede in the corner. Leaning against an old Calvi Parma accordion and gnawing an green carpet scrap, it leaned over slowly picking up the cigarette I had tossed on the floor. Offering me the carpet scrap, I realized…

Energized by the long strands of dried vegetation, the night became a garden coated in green. The embers sparkled beneath their flesh, igniting veins of air that wrapped the trees. Every where they were and every where they touched left the traces of these links. Toni Bratincevic – The highly detailed models and work of…

The timber was cold. All around stood the frozen furbunny army of the first war, some caught mid-stride. Others caught, as if, warming their hands by the icy ashes of a darkened fire. Surely, no one would ever again underestimate what runs through the veins of these links. Andrew Bell – A special treat this…

They shone like a blazing sun! Five partridges in gleaming suits of orange, born with the ability to crack a nut at 50 paces. Surely, they were powerful enough creatures to take on these links. Eddi Del Rio – A handful of bots and beautiful scenes in the painting and illustration of this California concept…

Pretending there was time, he shook the dust from the vest. It wasn’t as if the tentacles provided any additional power, but they did have a nice effect against the setting sun, whilst rocketing through the air in a face-off against these links. Raku Inoue – What better way to present something in 3D than…

He was an interesting blob boy, filled with dreams, ambitions, ideals of sitting in a chair without sliding out. It wasn’t until one day, where he accidentally ingested 40 boxes of toothpicks, that he realized he could push them out his exterior with a single belch, allowing him to both adhere to smooth surface and…

Once there was enough mud caked around the post, we sent in the diggers to do their thing. It wasn’t long before the eruptions started–not from the ground… from the backs of the diggers. Tentacles shooting out from them all, tentacles of these links. Ben Mauro – He’s a graduate of ACCD in Pasedena and…

Many times, when sifting wheat outside the barn, you’ll come across a finger. You’ll look at one hand, then the other, wondering where that finger came from. When suddenly, you feel a tap-tap-tap on your shoulder. Turning, you see another finger. Then looking up, thousands more, flying through the sky, trying to escape the wrath…