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"As Planned"
"Everything will go exactly as planned."Those haunting words kept circling lazily through Lieutenant Commander Thomas Bartlett's mind as he frantically pounded on the keyboard, trying to find a loophole, a way out, an answer.The screen at which he was looking at was anything but impressive, the opposite of which seemed to be the main trait aboard the Magnificence III. It generated a weak light, as it was being powered by the double back-up generator, lighting the lieutenant commander's drawn facial features in a sickly way. “Come on Maggie, pull through,” he whispered to himself. Bartlett work...
Scavenger
If I'm being totally honest, my first instinct was to just leave her there.I was fully aware, even in that moment, that the person I was, just a year earlier, would have been horrified at that idea, and disgusted by what I'd become. That wasn't what changed my mind though. I didn't feel a whole lot of kinship with my former self. That well-fed, complacent, self-satisfied prick was free to sit around imagining how noble he'd be in my place, when his idea of a rough time was when the cable went out. No, I had no illusions about how much I'd changed, and couldn't waste emotional bandwidth feel...
The Mortician
Story abridged for word count:Another day, another body. The grey-faced corpse sat on the cold metal table amongst the various autopsy tools like it was a butcher’s block. The amount of dotted lines the mortician had drawn across the skin made it look like he was indeed outlining the various cuts of meat.Dr. Oleksonder Loudermilk tugged at the strands of grey hair that had suddenly started to infest his beard like crab grawww.onedoor.ccss. The clock on the wall ticked performatively—it didn’t matter what time it was, it never mattered anymore—yet he eyed it every so often out of habit. The only time of day ...
Game Face 2040
It’s an hour after curfew when Zak hears tap-tap-tap on his window. He tilts open the wooden slats to see a heavy rubber gas mask. A thick gloved finger points to the casement lock. Zak pulls up the blinds and swings open the hinged pane. Joe lowers his bulky rucksack onto the bedroom carpet and tumbles through the opening. Zak adjusts his spectacles as he scans up and down the street. In the still night air they hear the splat, crackle and pop of police RT. A neighbourhood patrol car is approaching. Zak lowers his head and flashes of blue light dance across the bedroom ceiling. The vehicle pu...