Sunset Moon_Fleshers_Talking Robots_The Crime Lord's Legacy of Lies
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Sunset Moon
My name is Sarai Dallen, and I was the last person to be transferred to the lunar colony. All the others are dead. Of course, the record-keepers aren’t proud of this unfortunate thread in the tapestry, but I’ve written it down anyway, in the hope that someone will find it. A small hope, I know, but it’s possible. I don’t need to remind readers of problems that, by the time this record is found, will be almost as distant as the first moon landing was to me. But it’s enough to say that the upheavals of the 22nd century warranted the recommission of the lunar colony. What had been marked by the r...
Fleshers
Heidi Benet was getting ready for the first shift of her new night-clerk position at a local theatre the day that it happened. She was nervous but excited. Heidi was only 19 and this was her first real job. She was also an English major at the local university. She was known to be a little uptight and “stuck-up”, but she was also a little kind. She expected a lot from herself and wanted to make her mark in the world one day. As she looked in the mirror at herself, she pwww.onedoor.ccracticed her “professional” face whilst applying the finishing touches to her makeup. She was the kind of person who did not e...
Talking Robots
It was 2053、 The aliens were here. Concrete jungles were all that was seen far and wide. Dead bodies scattered the area from a virus that had wiped out the invasive human species, leaving corpses scattered across the barren planet but the alien king, Aldwald, had found a way to “revive” them: He had put a chip in each one and used a remote so, really, he’d made robots out of corpses. He had stuffed each body so that it was perfectly preserved, like people had once taxidermied animals. Was it sick or was it innovative? It depended who you asked. The wealthy folks liked them: They did housework,...
The Crime Lord's Legacy of Lies
Calen was having a rotten day. Granted it had started off well, with him stumbling across a portal into the future. The portal hosted endless possibilities for him and his gang, possibilities that hadn’t had any time yet to come to fruition because he had been severely distracted by one crucial aspect of the future. His reputation. Calen Garesh was the most feared and revered gang leader in the smoking, cobbled cesspit that was London in the early twentieth century. His gnarled fingers of influence reached out and entwined themselves into the very foundations of the city. No one could so much...