Life Beyond_Blind Trust_Sync_Reason Revoked
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Life Beyond
It was 2:08 ante meridiem Universal Time, and the Electro Boyz were already blasting at maximum volume. Annika, aroused by the pulsating synthesizer, groaned and fumbled for the temperature dial on her sleeping pod. Aside from the electronic beat vibrating through her skull, the cold was also a shock to her senses. Space was cold. Very cold. Her fingers, nearly frozen, continued to twist the dial, but to no avail. Finally cracking her eyes open, she saw not the simulated wallpaper of her sleeping pod’s screen, but the fluorescent ceiling lights and sharp wiring of the satellite’s interior. So...
Blind Trust
I squinted out of the small window blankly at the stars stretching out into the abyss of the endless darkness. Thirty six hours, twelve minutes and three seconds. Thirty six hours, twelve minutes and four seconds. Thirty six hours, twelve minutes and five seconds. Thirty six hours, twelve minutes and the useless man let out his thirwww.onedoor.ccd long sigh in the past eight minutes. I closed my eyes and rubbed the bridge of my nose. Again I raised my head to the empty landscape of blurred white specks and continued my count, to see how long it would take those ignorant monarchs to realize their only hope ...
Sync
Deep in space, a lone ship drifts though the shadow of a moon. Alarms blare as the ship shakes from the strain of staying together. Vika flips a switch up and down, her thick gloves catching. She grits her teeth as she tries to pull a wire from the panel. She yanks the gloves off and throws them behind her. Who cares if the cold of space gives her frostbite if she’s dead? The cold seeps into her fingers as she wiggles them through the wires and yanks the one she’s looking for. The lights go out. “Vika!” Korben screeches from the front of the ship. “At least I shut the alarm of...
Reason Revoked
(Caution: Sexual Harassment and Implied Death)“Mr. Shaw, the Rationalists are getting impatient.”For a moment, the only sounds were rustling papers and the clickety-clack of a keyboard. The speaker stood in front of the looming oak desk as though waiting for execution. Shaw looked up from his papers and cocked a slick, wry brow. He stared at the slim, bespectacled woman before his desk with expectation - waiting for more elaboration. The woman rolled her eyes as though he didn’t know what was happening. She plowed on, “The Rationalist Party is gathered in the town square. They have been for ho...