For most of my life, I’ve lived in a country with a proud and shameful history. Wonderful things still happen here, but it’s easy to remember the bad: most of us are in debt. New […]
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In this line of work there were few answers, and many questions. One question, in particular, stuck out like a knife from a dead man’s chest: “Could you ever kill a friend?” For years, Blay
Number Eight didn’t know it, but I knew she wasn’t an Android. I don’t blame her. I’m no Robot either. The Masterson’s only bought me believing I was an Android. I’ve been lying to them since. Understand this: it
The cracking of naked knuckle bones broke the silence, and a long, white finger speared out of the dark. It stopped an inch from my nose.
“CHOOSE!” the voice tolled louder than an iron bell.
She rode a speckled grey mare through the towering forests of grain, the flower’s white petals lapping at her shoulder with every stride. Dirt furrows rose and fell like foothills, and the forest of grain never changed-
Until her head was nearly lopped off by a scythe.
In a green, green meadow by the white, stark tundra, stood a bright, young girl beneath a spaceship’s dark umbra. With her mouth in the shape of a big, empty “O,” she watched the