The Survivor, the Zombies, and the Jackass_Herby_The Mines_The 8th Iteration
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The Survivor, the Zombies, and the Jackass
It’s just another casualty, I tell myself. That is, until her bright pink bobble catches my eye. The hoard is descending upon her quickly, probably following the scent of her blood, untainted by radiation. The house she’s hiding in is falling to bits: there’s no front door, and one of the walls has been blown apart, scattering its bricks like confetti across the nearby landscape. When the bombs hit, most places were decimated; by comparison, this ghost town got off lucky. The creatures grumble and drag behind them their mangled feet. Their bones are slowly disintegrating as the radiation eats ...
Herby
He probably needed some slather, and while that was a priority, he'd gone out of his way to find everything to make the perfect cocktail. All his owner could do, in response to all his efforts, was to moan about his eternal smile. As if he was able to change that. -"I've been thinking." she said wistfully, "I think I'd rather live in a mud hut with a real man than here in this luxury flat with you." She fluffed her thick black hair with her fingernails: "Do you think I'll ever get out of this world, Herby?" -"My name is Herbert Miss." The robot replied politely. Christina rolled her eyes and l...
The Mines
The messenger entered the throne room. “My Lord, I have word from the council.” The King switched his gaze from the glass pane that overlooked the mines to the man in green robes. “There has been a rumour from Faction Red. There are plans of a revolt. As suggested by the council, we seal off the Faction and send more guards into the mines to exorcise those who spread word.” “No.” His voice was carrying, “if the miners choose to spill blood once more, then let them.” The last revolt neared a decade ago. Over two-hundred fatalities and six-hundred casualties marked it the third biggest blood...
The 8th Iteration
My name is Morris James©. I am a 27-year-old grime star and my death is highly anticipated by my multitude of followers. As an 8th generation clone, legally bound to the 23rd Century Global Media Corporation, which owns the copyrights to the Morris James genome, I’m expected towww.onedoor.cc commit suicide, as six of my previous iterations have done. The 7th Morris James replicant is rumored to have absconded from a contract similar to the one that binds me. Its whereabouts were unknown until five days ago when my manager received a hologram summons from a woman who identified herself as Svetlana Gudmundsso...