Unwanted Noise

(.....) There's a sound in the code. Unknown, distant, but growing louder with every sparking pulse. It's a grating noise. Discord where there should only be order. (Help me.) The sound is -- the sound is not just a sound. It has a name. It ids not just garbled senseless noise. It is a voice.…

Connections

There is metal in her head connected to her brain. Bound to her skull, her spinal column. It is light, seamlessly pressed, easily hidden beneath a square patch of synthetic skin exactly like her real flesh. She wears high collars anyway. She hates the way the wind feels against the patch, against the hidden metal.…

His Engineer, Her Captain

Are you here for a story? I’m sorry to say that I have no more stories to tell. Not any good ones at least. All I’ve got left are tragedies, tales cut short by the Reaper’s scythe. Well, I have one story, but really, if I’m being honest, it’s not a very good story. How…

Gears

There is a hum, in my chest, my head. There is heat, pressure, and a sudden need to move. Stretch. Understand. I open my eyes, am blinded by bright lights and splashes of color moving too fast for me to follow. Too fast to make out shapes and edges. I gasp, and steam escapes my…

Chaotic Equilibrium

She sits atop the highest point she could find, staring down numbly at the sickening stillness below. This world had died long ago, and now it would be crumbled into dust to serve the machinations of her Master. It's final death observed only by her and her Master, yet to be remembered only by her.…

Do You Know the Quiet Engineer?

She says it so quietly at first. Barely louder than a breath. Abigail has never been so quiet. This is the first clue they have crossed the line. Her friend Liv (a known criminal. The reason for this intrusion into Abigail's lab, her home), lies in a pool of her own blood, as Abigail, a…

A Widow’s Kiss

In the dark, crumbling remains of what might have once been a warm home, stands a woman. She is tall, pale, with a perfect hourglass figure clothed in tight black leather and fabric. She bares dark eyes and even darker hair, with too sharp venomous teeth that she hides behind tightly pressed lips. Arianna stands…

Electric Kisses and Weary Hearts

Atop a roof, under the star-filled sky, a young woman and a young man lay side by side, shoulder to shoulder, hands laced together. "You know I could fix it." She whispers, afraid that if she voices her concern any louder her companion will run. As he had before several months ago. Her companion hums,…

Who’s to Blame?

(She hadn't meant it.) Higher and higher the flames rose, brighter and brighter they burned, chipping away at the remaining evidence of her failure. The blackened remains scattered on the wind, putrid smoke and smoldering ashes floating gently up to the stars above. (If she'd known how bad things would turn out -- she'd have…

Are You My Adam?

"Adam?" A young man starts, spinning on his heel, and finds himself nearly nose-to-nose with a young pale woman. A very pretty young woman. He blinks and steps back, gaze sliding down and back up this stranger. She's very tall, towers over him a good inch or two (and he's nearly six-foot!), slender too, with…