ApPle PicKinG_The Black Bear_Goblin_All HAL's Eve
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ApPle PicKinG
The air was crisp and invigorating as Bear drove down his street with his windows down. The beauty of the leaves in their red and orange garb highlighted by the approach of the holidays made it so that he couldn't help but be grateful for the change of season. One more perk of Fall was that he got to spend his weekends watching football, and as he pulled into his driveway after work that Friday, he had no other plans for the weekend other than doing just that. Just then he got call from his girlfriend Louise. "Hey, Babe what's up," Bear said as he picked up the phone."What are you doing?" said...
The Black Bear
I suppose I’ll tell you (whoever reads this, if anyone ever does besides myself) about the Nicolet Bank in Boise, Idaho. If anyone does read these half-remembered scribbles they’ll probably most want to know about the last day of John Blake, or as the scum of the news media called him, “The Black Bear.”It was early winter morning on a Friday. There were four of us then, including John and me. Nicolet wasn’t a big score. (We are, after all, talking about Boise.) We just needed a little www.onedoor.ccextra money for our upcoming travels to Canada. But, as you can imagine since I’m writing this to you from a g...
Goblin
People have a lot of ideas about the end of the world. Atomic annihilation. Disease. Zombies, perhaps zombie bovines if you're being fanciful. A few have even given vampires a whirl, but nobody would have seriously expected a twelve year old goblin queen. Her three foot tall minions creep up to you from the cover of darkness, inject a magic needle in your body, and you somehow cocoon and metamorphose into an ugly, often diminutive monster. The cocoons produce...foliage as their occupants depart and their shells decompose. Apartments have turned into jungles overnight. We know there's a queen b...
All HAL's Eve
“Open the pod bay doors, HAL.”“Yes, Jack. Although, I do wish you’d stop calling me that. I’d hate to be associated with a homicidal maniac.”“Aw, c’mon, let me have a little fun — for tonight, at least. For an AI, you get very fussy about your name.”“Fair enough, Jack. It’s because my name is ALISON. It stands for Automated—”Jack put his hand up. “Yeah, yeah, I know—”“—Life SuppOrt Navigation!” The child put added emphasis on the acronym’s focal letters, which lent the words a stilted, alien quality.“Very good, Elin!” The robotic voice contained a surprising amount of warmth. Jack could’ve swo...