Contact LightThere is a shiver along my circuitry when he comes in to check on me. I hear my gears whirr faster, but only for a moment, before my system re-adjusts their speed. I watch him from the corner of my eye, the task before me boring, monotonous, while he is exciting, lively. Lively. I run the word through my processor, its meaning sparking along my wires, slithering between my circuit board. He stops in front of me, glasses falling against the bridge of his nose.He scribbles something on the clipboard he is holding and I watch as the ligaments and muscles flex in his arm. I rotate my vision down to my own arms, similar in design, but slimmer, more delicate. My shiny copper exterior glints, but I can see the spider web of veins on his skin. They pulse with vitality and intensity.I remind myself that I only have circuits, wires, gears, metals. He looks into my line of vision, eyes blinking as he pushes his glasses up."C9, how are you functioning today?"I run a systems diagnostic, careful
ManAgain, IncorporatedBody-renting was a lucrative trade. Every able-minded person knew it; when they breezed into the main offices of Mannigan, Inc., past the viewing gallery and the oceans of test-walkers, right up to the desk of Surzak H. Mannigan—their mind was either on the lease or the small fortune to make it. And so it happened that on one particular Friday in September, Emil kindled a strong desire to have flesh. Emil floated toward the beaming head of the company, himself, who threw a brief wave and said, “Greetings, potential sir or madam! Have you business with us today?” Body, Emil hummed. Want-rent-body. “Why, of course,” harped Mr. Mannigan. He rose from his desk and motioned for Emil to follow. “It’s why everyone comes here! How silly of me to ask such an obvious question.” He shuffled out of his office and into the light of the outside lobby. Emil hover
F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 67==Lap 67=From within a beautiful garden, Chiya and Rose sat adjacent to one another. Chiya, as usual, was clothed—unlike her blood sister. Both ladies were drinking from small cups of powerful tasting tea. Chiya’s drink contained a strong cherry flavor, one that she could never find in reality. The world that Rose was shaping within Chiya’s mind was gradually become more of a fantasyland for Chiya; however, she couldn’t fully enjoy it.Chiya roughly placed the cup down against her waist and growled softly. Rose’s eyelids raised just barely, “I take it you’re still upset?”“So what if Abby has a crush on my boyfriend? She’s not going to succeed with anything.”Rose shook negatively, “Abby isn’t doing anything wrong, even I can see that. Why can’t you?” Chiya lowered her eyebrows contemptuously, “Did her weeping not dishearten you?”“Yeah, but if things worked out in her favor, sh
DesertionA Letter to Director of Operations,Colonel Trisha Wilkins;Operation Titanbreak is a failure. Not but an hour into the engagement, the backbone of the 111th was already broken. Tanks, light assault vehilces--manpower, lost in staggering amounts.The creature isn't from this world, Colonel. Nothing we can do will stop it. I've seen what it's capable of--arcing trails of energy ripped Los Angeles apart in seconds. We can't get close to it--thousands of tentacles are there and ready to smash our offensive.What's more, I've heard horrifying reports from the Sacramento area. Operations to retrieve the dead and wounded have come up empty-handed; not a body in the entire city.Frankly, Colonel Wilkins, I'm sure you understand my concern for the validity of our efforts. And I hope you understand you can't stop me from resigning--I'm heading to collect my family and find somewhere safe, out of reach. As for California, it's a lost cause. I fear what place will fall after that.Don't try to tr
F-Zero: Seppuku 3/3 - Lap 66==Lap 66=“Think fast!” shouted Seppuku.Earl looked up and was suddenly hit straight against the face by a salt shaker. He nearly fell over as a result. Chiya and Abigail both gasped, but Seppuku merely returned to his food. All three young adults gave him intense looks of anger.“I gave him more than enough time to react...”Earl slammed the salt shaker down beside his plate and growled whilst rubbing his forehead, “When I request that you 'hit me some salt.' I'm obviously not asking to be hit.”“Well Jesus damn Christ...” Abigail brought her hands together and smiled faintly, “Are you okay?”He closed his eyes and nodded, “Just have a blazing feeling near my right temple...”“Think fast!”Earl slammed his eyes shut and ducked his head, both Chiya and Abigail had widened their eyes. Seppuku momentarily burst out laughing and slapped his hand down. Earl slowly opened an eye, then l
8 word storyShe sways trancefully, sour lights strobing, before collapsing.
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