Furious Fusion Fist: A Post-Apocalyptic Love Story

By Silver Bowen

Having the last surviving video-game arcade AI as Sensei is awesome. Trying to impress the last surviving female with untested kung-fu is not. To triumph in an encounter with the brain-melted remnants of the former adult population, Peji must unlock the mystical power of the furious fusion fist technique. His life, his chance to win Nisa's heart, and the future of the entire human race depends on it

Furious Fusion Fist is a post-apocalyptic, adolescent love story for gamers, nerds, and geeks. It is 9,400 words long.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Step5 Transmedia
• Release date: Jan 22, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465761132

Silver Bowen

Silver Bowen is a cross-genre writer living in Austin, TX. He can be reached at silver.quickness-at-gmail.com, he blogs at silverbowen.blogspot.com, and he tweets @silverbowen.

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Furious Fusion Fist

A Post-Apocalyptic Love Story

by Silver Bowen

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Peji Thatten fluffed his pillow, yet again. He wanted to settle down and get some snooze so he'd be fresh. He had an important evening coming, then a big day after that. The upcoming fight would be the biggest of his career—his first real opponent. He wondered if an actual fist felt the same as a holodee.

He had pondered this question before, about other things he took for granted. His pillow, for instance. He preferred the goose-down double-stack. He had tried many of the options programmed into the sleep environment, but none had been as comfortable. If he ever found a real pillow, how would that compare? Would it be better, worse, or just plain different?

The importance of this question had more to do with Peji's girlfriend, Nisa Sventen, than with his sleeping arrangements. He hadn't told her about his decision yet; he was saving that for tonight. Nisa was on the same cycle he was—sleeping during the day and foraging after dark. It was the easiest way to avoid the dummies, whose night vision was terrible.

Peji had plenty of experience with females. He was a growing boy after all. The comp had recognized and seen to his needs all his life. But a holodee girl wasn't real, even in feelmersion, no matter how true to life she felt. Which Peji couldn't be sure about, anyway, anymore than he was sure about pillows or fists.

The softglow readout on the ceiling indicated that he had wasted nearly an hour already lying in bed and thinking. Peji groaned.

Hyper? he called out. Hyper was short for Hyper Smash Fighter.

Yes, Peji? responded the comp.

I need something to help me sleep.

Would you like me to reactivate the most recent holodee female? Or one of the other models? You haven't used the Susa in several months.

No. I've had enough of that.

"How about some soothing sounds? I could sync the low intensity light show and play some mellow electrobeat in the background.

Nah. We have any downers left?

No, Peji. I am sorry. You used the last of them several weeks ago.