Category: Images & Words

Images & Words: Fire of Fanaticism

Images & Words: Fire of Fanaticism


“We’re going to lose her anyway,” I said, surveying Rose and the opposing player in their ballet of violence. She appeared out geared and outmatched, but Rose was usually more cunning than her opponents.

Images & Words: Means to an End

Images & Words: Means to an End


He grasped at the thin chain around his neck and pulled the miniature data shard from beneath his coat. A bright blue status light blinked back at him from a chip of what looked like irregular obsidian. The genesis of his revenge was intact. The reminder was no longer needed, eight years was enough.

Images & Words: From a Better Vanished Time


Every Sunday, for years, I’d fired up its rumbling and willing engine and journeyed to the countryside to visit my white-haired uncle. The VMX, a gift from him, was his dearest dream … a mechanical anachronism from a better vanished time.

Images & Words: A Dog's Burden

Images & Words: A Dog’s Burden


Crab shows up and vanishes as he pleases. Yet he does so at the strangest of times, enigmatically appearing as if he knows that she needs him or wants to see him. Pets always seem to have a sixth sense in that regard.

Images & Words: In Machina Exspiravit

Images & Words: In Machina Exspiravit


They approached the terminal warily, looking through the lattice at ground level to ensure they could see no one else in the vault.  Hamlet secretly wished he could connect with Gravedigger via his bio.node, but there was no hope this deep under the ground…

Images & Words: Racadi's Stand

Images & Words: Racadi’s Stand


What I’m standing on now is a black, jagged monolith thrusting from the barren volcanic plains of Arsensia III like a decayed tooth of the world, its lower portion cloaked in an atmosphere of choking sulfur dioxide, and its summit extending into the vacuum of space. Who in their right mind makes a journey of eighty-five light-years to climb a barren rock cloaked in a deadly atmosphere?

Images & Words: Street City Pursuit

Images & Words: Street City Pursuit


The rain was starting to let up, it’s job to cleanse Street City of obsolete and spurious data just about complete. It was an aesthetic method of maintenance utilized to keep immersion intact. But to her it still felt deceptively cold and wet.

Images & Words: Short on Hél 13

Images & Words: Short on Hél 13


14.7 ± 0.3 psi, surface, Earth standard, milspec, per contract. It was a lofty goal, but one that was drummed into us by the Triocracy on every terraforming colony. Never once have we actually hit that target, but we never stop trying…

Images & Words: Shit Sandwiches

Images & Words: Shit Sandwiches


… lull them into a sense of security and purpose, to distract them from most of their miserable existences … not to make them question their keepers. The keepers frowned on that. The sleepers must sleep, even if they don’t know they slumber.

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