Retrieval: Time = 00.00 Just checked out a doozer of an AI unit the Scavenger crew brought in. Yeah? Specs? Carbon-based so obviously non-sentient, high-end multi-receptor architecture, a CPU that monitors damage and — interesting — limited self-repair capacity. Candidate… Continue Reading
Darren faced his greatest creation and failure. The torso and head of the mechanical man leaned in the corner of the basement. Even limbless and freckled by rust, the old prototype was an awesome sight. It dominated the room, as… Continue Reading
“Madam President, the delegation is ready.” Gloria didn’t glance towards the doorway, instead stroking the smoothness of a shot glass between her thumb and forefinger. “I hate Awakening Day celebrations. Have I mentioned that, Clarence?” “Every year, Madam.” She sighed.… Continue Reading
Tomorrow they’ll come for us and the world will end. Today I wanted to hear a story from papa. “Will you?” I asked him. I shivered. There was no wind blowing; only a stale chill. I don’t think papa heard… Continue Reading
Norma had never wanted a robot. At 82, what did she need with that kind of newfangled technology, anyway? They were just toddlers shaped like garbage cans, more nuisance than anything. She couldn’t even step outside her house most of… Continue Reading
When the spaceship came, Tamsin thought it was some sort of marketing stunt. It landed on the beach just above the high tide mark with a whir and a puff of steam. People on the boardwalk stopped and stared. A… Continue Reading
Anyone who tells you blood tastes delicious is a liar. In fact, I can almost guarantee that they are telling you that to sound tough. The truth isn’t nearly as glamorous. Blood tastes like dirt and metal. I hate it,… Continue Reading
The aliens served us twice. The first time I read up on in law school. A solid iridium disk the size of a manhole-cover fell from the sky, embedding itself deep in the great Ziggurat of Ur in southern Iraq.… Continue Reading
“Honey,” my wife shouts from the living room. “Call the mechanic. Professor Bigglesworth messed the carpet.” After taking a few moments to process what she has said, I enter the living room and find Professor Bigglesworth frozen to her favorite… Continue Reading
Jalisse grabbed the cold metal of the chain link fence, flakes of rust crumbling away under her touch, rough like sandpaper. A bead of sweat tickled its way down her back. She pulled her hooded woolen coat closer, her breath… Continue Reading