Ben, why are you looking at so wierd?
I broke my neck again.
Ah Ben, geez. Alex walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a new SR-91 spinal system from Championship Robotics. Turn around. Ben, out his back to Alex. Alex slowly unfastened the bolt clips along Ben's back, carefully removed the old spine, then bolted in the new one.
We're almost out, I'll stop by Wallet World and pick up a few more. But you need to be more careful.
******
There...
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Dancing Ice
Shimmers of light glanced off the icicles hanging from the eaves of the winter cabin, prisms of a pure and clean world. A blanket of fresh powder covered the ground. Aditi sat on the window sill, watching Jeff shovel snow. Grumbling to himself, complaining about how hard it was on his back. Jeff was a human, and like most humans, he’d lost sight of the wonder of winter.Aditi had previously attempted to reach him,...
Distortion - Street Noise - Scene One Rewrite - In Progress...
A man in
black rushed behind a gray Chevy Suburban across the street. Theron "Ash" Ashland spotted him through the window of The Grounded Café while waiting for his
morning Java Chip Frappe'. Wait, was he wearing combat gear?
Ice-shards tore down his spine, his
heart skipped a beat. The muscles in his right arm tensed as he reached for the
Glock 9mm holstered on his side. Huh? He
shook his head,...
Distortion - Street Noise - Scene One Rewrite (Edited 10/08/16)
A man in
black disappeared behind a gray Chevy Suburban across the street. Ash
spotted him through the window of The Grounded Café while waiting for his
morning Java Chip Frappe'. Wait, was he wearing combat gear?
Ice shards tore down his spine, his
heart skipped a beat. The muscles in his right arm tensed as he reached for the
Glock 9mm holstered on his side. He
shook his head, on second glance the man was gone,...
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