By the year 2XXX, the land was smoke and fire.
The interior walls of the factory were high and windowless, and seemed to stretch on forever. The rigs and cables that ran above the…
The corrosion is slow, like the start of a rust bubble on the tip of a good knife.
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The poor orphan; so much activity going on all around. Pushing and shoving, one would almost think that human life has no meaning for these…
Hank sat at the bar of the retro techno-thèque talking to the proprietress, Lilly. She had slowly raised herself out of the…