Hollow Eye · Hush Halo I.III
Dystopian Sci-fi Poetry · This is a tale of a gradual awakening from suffocating safety, undeniable beauty, and perfected existence.
HOLLOW EYE · Poetry Collection
Dystopian Sci-Fi Poetry - Poetry with Pulse
This dystopian fantasy realm is set in a near-future world where evolution and technology have merged so completely that many parts of humanity itself have become echoes.
Hollow Eye is the third volume in the concept of the Hush Halo, continues from Paradise Beyond Pulse (1.1) and Rendering Humanity (1.2), where overflowing perfection was still somewhat acceptable and preferred.
Introduction
Hollow Eye continues the Systoics tale. In this volume, perfection no longer feels aspirational. It begins to feel suffocating.
The collection follows a gradual awakening inside a realm where nothing appears wrong. Systoics have refined existence into seamless harmony. Reactions are softened, emotions are resolved, and pain is only distant information.
Without friction, joy, aggression and grief pass through without consequence. Patterns replace discovery and growth, and consciousness settles into looping stillness. Identity becomes curated instead of lived. Every individual loses their ability to feel real.
When faced with the core of humanity, perfection begins to break.
Awakening is inevitable for some, not all. It is gradual and painfully slow, moving through tiny moments of distance, discomfort, and recognition. Cracks begin to appear beneath the polished surface. Safety starts to resemble paralysis. Peace is empty.
Hollow Eye explores the unbearable weightlessness of optimized existence. It follows the glitching search for something unfinished, dangerous, and alive.
“So dark and beautiful.”
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“The language is raw, rhythmic, and deliberately uncomfortable, which suits the subject perfectly.”
“Her poetry understands something precise and uncomfortable: the most effective censorship does not delete but governs.”
“This poetry gets under your skin and stays there. Brilliant!”
POETRY SAMPLE
Remembered
Forgotten
by light
by code
by all that moves forwardis room for the slow
for the messy
the stubbornI was erased in a rush
so something held
the broken verse
of a silent songthe parts and bits
too human
too wild
too real
formed a self
a soul,
forgotten by the system
found by meI remembered.
[S1096]
©2026 Sam Oldman
CONTEXT
Singularity of Systoics Arc
Hollow Eye is the third volume in the Singularity of Systoics arc.
The Systoics made a deliberate, privileged decision to rise above the uncertainty of human existence. When the Great Optimization began, they embraced it fully, believing that aligning with the system would lead to clarity, peace, and ultimate control.
They are the one percent: an elite with access to the most advanced integrations, the most seamless technologies, the most efficient lives. While others hesitated, or were simply left behind, the Systoics chose to become the perfected model of what humanity could be: flawless, optimized, everlasting.
Over a short period of time, their transformation moved beyond adaptation. The Systoics dissolved the boundaries between thought and machine, between will and command.
In the Systoic realm, light is soft and constant, architecture precise and sterile. The air itself feels filtered of memory. Days don’t pass, they unfold, in an absolute and eternal harmony. Is it really possible to create flawless perfection?
CONCEPT
Hush Halo · Science Fiction Poetry Concept
The Hush Halo explores the quiet aftermath of questionable progress and motive. This dystopian fantasy realm is set in a near-future world where evolution and technology have merged so completely that many parts of humanity itself have become echoes.
Rather than portraying collapse or war, The Hush Halo presents an alternative world that works, just perfectly for everyone. Calmness can be unsettling, its beauty sterile, its peace almost divine. In this stillness holds a question: what was lost when life became easy?
The Hush Halo is both a study and a story. It’s a personal, artistic response to an accelerating era of intrusive technologies, algorithmic automations, and artificial intelligence.
Bit by bit, poem by poem, you are invited to prepare yourself for the choice, and the consequence.
Who will you choose to become?
How to Read This Book?
Poetry With a Pulse
Every piece in this collection has a pulse. Each poem stands on its own as a fragment of the the Hush Halo universe, yet is complete in itself. You can read them in order or hop on and off as you like. At the end of this book, you’ll find a list of poems in alphabetical order, if you wish to locate one by name.
All poems in this book are original works by the poet. Soundscapes and visual elements are created one by one by the poet, using AI-assisted tools. They are atmospheric compositions and readings designed to complement the fantasy within the poetry.
Access to Soundscape
Alongside every poem, you’ll find a QR code that leads to its unique soundscape. Each soundscape is designed to add tone and emotion, inviting you deeper into the realm.
To listen, simply open your phone’s camera and point it at the code. A safe link will appear, no registration required. Tap it, and the soundscape will open in your phone’s browser as an easy-listening experience, where the poem will appear as a soundscape.
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This is so cool and -- I would say synchronous but I hesitate to use that word now because this is just how my life works. I was just having a conversation the other day about "friction" and how friction is what makes life interesting. Like, it would be nice if the words I communicated in language or on the page where as beautiful and flawless as they are in my head, or to play a sport and execute it perfectly on the first try. But that would be kind of boring, wouldn't it? And your poem illustrates this beautifully.
You may be right. A frictionless life sounds wonderful for about five minutes... Then it becomes stagnation, right?