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This podcast is now dediacted to the Book of Immersion Science Fiction Series, Mills and Swoon Romantic Comedy Shorts, And Ginny Greaves PI Literature and books podcast by Sarnia de...
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This podcast is now dediacted to the Book of Immersion Science Fiction Series, Mills and Swoon Romantic Comedy Shorts, And Ginny Greaves PI
Literature and books podcast by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
https://www.sarniadelamare.com
https://www.taletellerclub.com
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Literature and books podcast by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
https://www.sarniadelamare.com
https://www.taletellerclub.com
https://www.saatchiart.com/en-gb/sarnia
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10 JUL. 2025 · What a treat to hear of tarts on the Riviera!
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10 JUL. 2025 · Welcom to another hilarious short from Mills and Swoon author Sarnia dde la Mare
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10 JUL. 2025 · An awesome comedy romance by Mills and Swoon
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8 JUL. 2025 · Another comedy noir short by Sarnia de la Mare
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8 JUL. 2025 · What is it all about? Homotech magic at the Tale Teller Club
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6 JUL. 2025 · Best 10 Sci-Fi Books now on the internet and beyond 2025 and why they are so great
“Featuring original lyrics by Tale Teller Club and artwork by iServalan, The Book of Immersion: Volume 1 offers a multisensory reading experience that is as poetic as it is provocative. It is not merely a story—it is a threshold to another state of being.” (https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en)If you’ve ever wished a novel could sing to you, paint for you, and then whisper its last line through a vocoder, Sarnia de la Mare’s The Book of Immersion is already living in your head. It’s literature spliced with sound art and graphic storytelling—a proof-of-concept for sci-fi as total sensory plunge, and a perfect gateway to ten other speculative masterpieces that also stretch the genre in bold directions.1. The Book of Immersion by Sarnia de la Marehttps://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en
De la Mare’s debut folds prose, lyrics, and AI-generated visuals into a layered “Strata” structure that mimics a DJ set. The central character—an autistic-coded artificial intelligence named Renyke—experiences emotion like glitching code, making sensory overload a narrative engine rather than a side note. It’s part novel, part concept album, part artbook, and wholly immersive. (https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en)2. Dune by Frank Herberthttps://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en
Published in 1965 and still the yard-stick for epic world-building, Dune blends ecology, theology, and real-politik into a desert planet saga so persuasive that planetary scientists now name Titan’s dunes after its planets. The spice-fuelled power struggles feel uncannily contemporary, reminding us that resource wars are timeless. (https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en)3. Neuromancer by William Gibsonhttps://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en
Gibson’s 1984 cyberpunk heist hard-wired “cyberspace” into popular vocabulary and imagined console cowboys decades before VR headsets hit shelves. Its neon-noir mood and jacked-in hackers still shape everything from The Matrix to modern infosec slang. (https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en)4. The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guinhttps://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en
Le Guin’s 1969 classic sends an envoy to an ice-world where inhabitants are biologically ambisexual. The result is anthropology via first-contact, a meditation on gender fluidity decades before the term went mainstream, and a lesson in how culture can be the strangest alien of all. (https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en)5. Snow Crash by Neal Stephensonhttps://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en
Stephenson’s 1992 roller-blade ride predicted the Metaverse, viral memes as literal viruses, and pizza-delivery drone capitalism. It’s equal parts linguistic theory and sword-swinging satire, proving that big ideas and break-neck action can share the same page. (https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en)6. Hyperion by Dan Simmonshttps://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en
Structured like The Canterbury Tales in space, Hyperion (1989) threads six pilgrim backstories around the terrifying time-bending Shrike. Genre-hopping—from detective noir to military SF—creates a mosaic about faith, storytelling, and the cruelty of time. (https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en)7. The Three-Body Problem by Liu Cixinhttps://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en
Hard science meets Cultural-Revolution history in this 2008 Chinese phenomenon. Liu turns orbital mechanics into existential horror, asking what humanity deserves when the cosmos finally takes notice. (https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en)8. The Fifth Season by N. K. Jemisinhttps://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en
Jemisin launches the Broken Earth trilogy with tectonic apocalypse, second-person narration, and magic as geologic force. It’s a brutal climate-change parable wrapped in a story about oppressed bodies weaponised by empire. (https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en)9. Project Hail Mary by Andy Weirhttps://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en
Weir trades Mars for Tau Ceti in a 2021 page-turner where lone-scientist ingenuity—and an unexpectedly endearing alien—stand between Earth and stellar extinction. A film adaptation from Lord & Miller starring Ryan Gosling just dropped its first trailer this week, so read before Hollywood spoils the twist. (https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en, https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en)10. Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckiehttps://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en
Breq, an AI once spread across thousands of bodies, is now trapped in one and out for vengeance. Leckie’s 2013 debut won the Hugo, Nebula, and Clarke in the same year by queering space opera norms—everyone is “she,” and personhood is a matter of degree, not biology. (https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/8385940887723708570/259484004115737579?hl=en)Why these ten?Each title here rewires science fiction in its own way—whether through multimedia experimentation (Immersion), ecological epics (Dune), digital frontiers (Neuromancer, Snow Crash), or radical takes on identity (Left Hand, Ancillary Justice). Together they map a genre that’s less about rockets and more about possibilities: new politics, new pronouns, new physics, new artforms. Grab any one of them and prepare to exit the airlock of the ordinary.
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4 JUL. 2025 · What adventure besets Renyke and Shabra as they hide from the Cadre?
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3 JUL. 2025 · All episodes at https://www.taletellerclub.com Welcome to Immersion, You have reached Strata 21. Strata 21: Love and Loss.
Love is not always a warm hand or a soothing voice. Sometimes love is as sharp as a samurai sword and it severs deep ties once longed for. It can lacerate the flesh of existence so deep it bleeds and spews all that a human has ever known.
As a mother cuts the cord, as a friend ends a lie, these ties once meant to bind are decimated. What remains when they are gone is loss in search of gain.
Love, in its truest form, does not always choose comfort, it chooses survival.
To lose love is to learn its weight. To survive it's loss is to grow something in its place. Its replacement is built from evolution, so deeply magnificent and important to all humans. But love does not need a host, it exists without a vessel, and it is sought.
Shabra’s hands were stained with blood.
The echo of Renyke’s cry still clung to the air. He had yelped like an animal as Shabra had pinned him down. Flex had gone, his wounded body dragged into the shadows by Redact’s *runners.
Renyke lay still. He was breathing and regaining consciousness, opening his eyes to a bright sun and a sense of history repeating itself. Shabra leaned close, brushing hair from his temple.
"You're okay," she stated matter-of-factly, though she couldn't know for sure.
On the back of his neck was a wound, now stitched, cleaned and cauterised.
“I had to,” she told him. “She was overriding you. I couldn’t let her keep speaking through your mouth. You deserve to hear yourself, not her. *'Sides you need to let go of all that code shit, be a man."
He didn’t answer. His breathing was shallow but regular.
The removal had gone technically well. The damage POS had done to his emotional regulators, less so.
“You’ll stabilise,” she murmured. “But you may not understand why it hurts. Change hurts. We move on.”
POS lay on a rock, immobilised, now without a host and devoid of her power. No flicker remained and this was death, thought Shabra, who was used to death in the *zones. Humans and machines do not last forever after all.
“You had your chance,” she had said as she pulled it ceremonially from Renyke's neck. “Now he gets his.”
Shabra let Renyke sleep for three hours, watching his silent mind as it readjusted to its new state.
He blinked once. Twice. He was alive, a strong and handsome man born of code and now transformed.
He sat up too fast, then froze.
"It feels so quiet, no buzz, no electricity.” he exclaimed, slightly confused as he recalled the circumstances of how he had got there.
“Has POS gone?” Renyke touched his neck and winced.
Shabra nodded.
“Yes.”
“She was part of your architecture Mr Renyke, It’ll feel strange. But you’ll adapt, we all gotta grow up sometime.”
But it was no time to get sentimental.
“You’re safe for now, they can't trace you, not without POS, but we need to get moving soon. It's time to disappear. I have a feeling they'll want you dead or alive.”
At Redact Flex is undergoing a serious grilling for losing POS and not killing Renyke.
He stood before the Cadre in silence. He wasn't used to failure and it showed.
"I didn't see it coming," he expained, "she came out of nowhere and put a gun to my head. That woman is a threat to anyone, ballsy and cold. Then she knocked me out."
Eventually, Cadre Dominia spoke. “We understand it was a difficult situation but you were careless. They are no doubt long gone by now.”
"We need to examine the experiment "said Cadre Angelique."We believe the POS has been removed and Renyke may be value to us. The experiment may have more revelations without the interference of his POS."
Flex nodded in agreement. "I can find them, the zones are my grounds, no one can hide for long," he assured the panel who looked down from their elevated plinths.
Cadre Santina spoke. "This woman, Shabra, we have not been able to find her previous path, there seems to be an absence of information. Do we know anything about her?"
Flex answered, "she is a maverick, works with no particular tribe, possibly a mercenary of course, I could not be sure. But she is tricky and able, certainly an asset to Renyke at this time if he does not want to be found."
Cadre Dominia thought for a moment, "They have a connection, Renyke and Shabra, so perhaps the experiment was successful after all. A machine that can connect, desire, perhaps even love. One that can metamorphose into a human. This is what we wanted to prove. It was the interference of the POS that was the real threat.
"Cadre Santina, can we know for sure where the POS is now?," she asked
"There is a faint signal at the point of the failed transition, " explained Cadre Santina, We believe it was removed form the host and it now static, probably discarded following it's removal and left as a decoy."
"Send a rat scout to collect it." said Cadre Dominia, "we can have it destroyed, it remains a threat."
The three women exchanged no visible glances. Flex could feel the weight of his failure.
Cadre Dominia finally spoke, “You will locate the subjects. The humanoid must be analysed. The experiment has not concluded. I do not need to stress how important it is that Renyke is not to be intercepted by other powerful organisations, or, worse still, a *crim gang. His capture by an undesirable force could have dangerous consequences. Kill him if necessary, if he falls into enemy hands.”
Flex drew a slow breath and closed his eyes for a few seconds to compose and re-align. It had been a difficult and highly charged few days with an intensity that had been frightening even by his warrior standards. He had bonded with Renyke, The prospect of killing him was not welcome. He would do what he could to bring him to Redact unharmed.
“They’ll be moving fast,” he said. “Shabra knows how to hide. And Renyke, he’s altered. He won’t be who we expect.”
“Then find who he has become,” Cadre Santina demanded. "I do not want to send a whole army for one man. Do your job, return the experiment unharmed or destroy him if you have to and we will perform a thorough autopsy."
"And what of Shabra?" Asked Flex.
"Collateral damage, although she could be of use as a soldier," exclaimed Cadre Dominia. "Keep an open mind but do not jeopardise your mission for her survival.
On a rock within a sheltered enclave a stray ray of light reflected onto a small square of metal through swaying trees. The metal button glistened as the young *Dinfant boy, Daniel, ran into the enclave to retrieve his ball. Daniel approached carefully, watching the button glisten as he did so. The closer he moved towards the rock the more the button began to pulse. Daniel began to scream.
"Kairo, Kairo....come quickly!"
Several Dinfants ran into the enclave.
"What is it, Daniel?" Kairo was concerned, it was rare that a Dinfant would be separated from his kin."What on earth is the matter?"
" I found her!" screamed Daniel.
"Who, who have you found?" Asked Kairo.
More Dinfants came, drawn by the commotion. Aghast and speechless they looked at the rock as Daniel pointed towards the pulsating button."
"I found her, look, I found her, I found Mommy."
to be continued...©2025 Sarnia de la Mare
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2 JUL. 2025 · Clara Smith was not, by anyone’s account, tech-savvy. She had once tried to scan a QR code using her SLR camera, and once reported her Kindle as 'smoking' when it was, in fact, her kettle boiling.Things were improving though as she had roped her sister's four year old into giving her smartphone lessons. She could now text, search Google, and even purchase ceramic hedgehogs on eBay......
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1 JUL. 2025 · https://www.taletellerclub.com
This podcast is now dediacted to the Book of Immersion Science Fiction Series, Mills and Swoon Romantic Comedy Shorts, And Ginny Greaves PI Literature and books podcast by Sarnia de...
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This podcast is now dediacted to the Book of Immersion Science Fiction Series, Mills and Swoon Romantic Comedy Shorts, And Ginny Greaves PI
Literature and books podcast by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
https://www.sarniadelamare.com
https://www.taletellerclub.com
https://www.saatchiart.com/en-gb/sarnia
mostra menos
Literature and books podcast by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA
https://www.sarniadelamare.com
https://www.taletellerclub.com
https://www.saatchiart.com/en-gb/sarnia
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| Autor | Sarnia de la Mare Publishing |
| Organización | Pod Queen |
| Categorías | Libros , Comedia , Ciencia ficción |
| Página web | www.taletellerclub.com |
| taletellerclub@gmail.com |
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