The Static Stills_What Happened at Black Bear?_The Heirs of Man_Scavengers
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The Static Stills
THE STATIC STILLSWritten by Michelle SHAAYThe Hot Toddy Lounge was busier than usual for Wednesday. A frosty night and frigid temperatures across the city gave patrons a reason to stay inside the rustic place. As the pub began to close, a fatigued but curious bartender listened to a trending news story on its large flat screen television.“Can I get another shot of vodka and cranberry?” asked a drunk bar patron.“We’ve shut the bar down for the night- sorry,” the bartender replied.Kenneth a seasoned bartender turned his attention back to the breaking news. As images of the victim’s home appeared...
What Happened at Black Bear?
“Out of all the dumb ideas you’ve ever came up with Fallon this has got to be the dumbest one yet! This is the shit that white people do in the movies!” Anyone driving by could hear Fallon’s sister Ava fussing at her through the car speakers. “I mean I am part white.” Fallon deadpanned“I’m not playing with you Fallon. I mean who just decides to get in their car and drive up to Black Bear Mountain? In the dead of winter. By themselves!” “I’m not by myself Ava. I’ve got Boxer with me.” Fallon shrugged referring to her Great Dane that was laying in the backseat of her truck enjoying the four-ho...
The Heirs of Man
To those who believed that technology would inevitably rule the world, I am living proof that it did. Ruled the world.Took over the world.Encircled the world. Replaced the world. And I am one of the last people who matter in the workforce. One of the last people they need. One of the last people out of 11、9 billionwww.onedoor.cc people to have a job. That should be a good thing, right? For me? For the few others like me?Wrong.It was only because robots could not deny that the human brain’s capability for driving was tenfold the capability for AI error. So here I am. In the year 2156、 The last human worker i...
Scavengers
It was almost laughable how quickly I had gotten used to waking up in a five star bed, with five star duvet and five star pillows and Hattie curled up at my feet like a cat. I stretched out, revelling in the high thread count for all of ten seconds before I realised something was wrong. There was no child-sized lump where my feet wanted to be, forcing me to bend my legs at angles they weren’t intended to form. I sat bolt upright, shoving off the duvet and looking around the bedroom. Hattie wasn’t anywhere to be seen.The only problem with the penthouse suite was the number of places a sev...