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 …
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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 …
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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.
Professor Lou Pole, possibly the greatest mind of his generation, had no business leaving his prestigious (and very high paying job) at ELITE AND NEEDLESSLY EXPENSIVE UNIVERSITY. But he did.
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 …
Stop everything. Within forty-eight millionths of a second, the world locked in place. I couldn’t lift my arms, nor move my lips. Drops of rain came to a halt, some frozen in the air …
A drop of sweat rolled down his forehead, and slid into his eyes. It stung. Mr. Blond sucked in his breath. He turned his head away, making a clandestine attempt to wipe away the sweat …