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Topics in Emergent Technologies and Media: In Conversation Steve Clayton, Microsoft’s First Chief Storytelling Officer

The title is a lie. A white lie. But in the post-truth world, doesn’t every story have the kernel of a lie in it? Okay, I am being facetious. It’s usually the latter, with most stories only having the kernel of a truth in them. But my lie is a white lie. A lie which …

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Outer Space Communication Activities: Key Takeaways

What’s the connection between the fictional city of R’lyeh, Space Communication and Storytelling? They’re all connected to Media Activities for the modern-day Space Race. In fact, R’lyeh is quite close to Point Nemo, the Oceanic Pole of Inaccessibility, also known as the ‘Spacecraft Cemetery.’ Funnily enough, in a case of Life imitating art, the former …

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Lights of London

Lights of London

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, luv”. The man in the black suit turned towards the dark corner of the London alley.  His movement was calm, unhurried, but his muscles were taut, ready to react at the slightest hint of movement. The streetlight fell at an awkward angle there, and the shadows of …

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Shadows of the Past by Pritesh Patil

Shadows of the Past

The rain was beating down harshly on the city of Mumbai despite it being the month of November. The weather had progressively gotten weirder with every passing day in the past week. I sat in my apartment slash office above my grandpa’s spice shop in the suburbs watching the raindrops smatter and die against the …

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Rome's Last Song by Pritesh Patil

Rome’s Last Song

Thea lounged on a luxurious settee, watching Rome burn through the window. Her lover, Neera, fiddled and danced through the cavernous room, delighting in the screams of agony as the souls of Romans left their mortal shells. Times were, Thea wondered whether she had fallen in love with a monster. She had been told that madness …

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