The human restaurant_DO NOT PRESS!_What's Eating You?_The Pine Barrens
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The human restaurant
It had been more than a month since Otto had last used remote controlled ewww.onedoor.ccxplosives to break into a building and he’d forgotten how bright the blast was. Bright, but nearly silent, with glass and debris drawn into the explosion without a sound. The wonders of new technology. Otto led the way in, ducking through his newly made entrance hole. His colleague, Kessie, followed behind, a hand on her rifle. Some of the colleagues he had since removed judged it strange that they still carried 21st century guns, antiques of when wars were fought between huge human militaries. They’d wanted to employ bo...
DO NOT PRESS!
As they descended, Maggie stared blankly at the live video feed shining forth from the closed elevator doors, her permanent, slightly befuddled smile fixed firmly on her face. The feed showed The Button, gleaming under bright lights in it's carefully guarded lair.DO NOT PRESS! Seriously. This button will totes for realsies end the whole entire world!Maggie thought that the person who'd written the warning was trying too hard to convince everyone that it was a real danger. But, at the same time, it was exactly the sort of thing that the Old Government would have written, mad, control-hungry man...
What's Eating You?
What’s Eating You? “Can I take your order?” “Definitely, not too hungry today. Just the ribeye steak, medium with baked potato, lobster tail, chicken a la king and…the veal parmesan, just the sandwich, I don’t need the full meal.” The server looked at me, her eyebrows raised so high, they disappeared into the 50’s beehive she was still sporting. “What, no appetizers?” I was almost positive she was being sarcastic. “No, not today, gotta watch my figure, you know,” I responded patting the paunch which people insisted gave me a “dad bod.” I was bewildered by the statement, I don’t know how many t...
The Pine Barrens
In the first alt I went to, my comforter had pink, blue, and green stripes. My comforter in my original universe had purple, blue, and green stripes. “You’re overtired,” my father--or my alt-father--said to me when I told him the comforter is different. “You study too much. It's always looked like that, Kate.”“It is different. My comforter has purple stripes, not pink.”“Okay,” he said. “Those are purple.”“Those are pink,” I said. “Purplish-pink then,” he said, and picked up his phone to answer a text. This happened because I walked through the pine barrens. There are fire roads in the barrens,...