Gerard DiLeo
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Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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Homunculus. Honorable Mention in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge. Top Story - April 2025.
The homunculus is a representation of the man behind the man, the woman behind the woman, the body behind the body: the graphic mapping of what parts of the body are put together in proportion to how they’re laid out and innervated as related to our brain tissue. Not all sensations and volitional movements are distributed evenly. Thus, the homunculus is a distorted—even a comical—little creature.
By Gerard DiLeo10 months ago in Psyche
Another Kind Altogether
Marilyn didn't want to stay. She felt fine. She understood everyone's concern—being missing a week—but she also knew she was unharmed. After three days of blood tests and psychiatric questionnaires, she was ready to storm out without permission. She was an adult, after all.
By Gerard DiLeo10 months ago in Fiction
Dervish: Potential Space. Runner-Up in Self-Editing Epiphany Challenge.
Creative risk? I venture to rail against the theocracy that enslaves half of an entire population. How many da Vincis, Edisons, Hemingways, Gödels, Mozarts, or Rembrandts are surrounded by the black cloud of divinely ordained propriety? How our world progresses at only half potential!
By Gerard DiLeo10 months ago in Critique
The New Isolation
Renée Niemann the veterinarian was as wise and learned as any septuagenarian could be, but she didn’t look any older than she did when she was thirty-five. Telomorphing was available but optional and over half submitted to it. It wouldn’t grow new limbs, but if one were lucky enough to live life intact, one could look forward to a youthful appearance and feel for at least 120 years. Even those at the end of the bell curve, at about 150 years life expectancy, didn’t look any older than sixty or seventy.
By Gerard DiLeo10 months ago in Longevity
Death of the New Me. Top Story - February 2025.
I had a dream that I had one week to live. Yes, dreams are misfiring of neurochemicals in a brain that are otherwise supervised by those upper lobes we’ve evolved to suppress them—at least during the waking hours. But sleep opens the gates. Specifically, the sodium gates that evoke action potentials and synapses, flooding neuroreceptors who won’t even see them coming.
By Gerard DiLeo11 months ago in Fiction
