Fifty-Word Fantasy, Day 19 (HARDWARE)
My first augmatic mod was a heads-up display implanted in my left optic nerve. Days later, I was still marveling at the notifications that imposed
My first augmatic mod was a heads-up display implanted in my left optic nerve. Days later, I was still marveling at the notifications that imposed
Hanging by the final rung on the base of the zeppliner’s hull, Serra remembered the many times she had dangled from her gymnasium’s boulder wall.
“Be seeing you, detective.” Valk drank in the long-legged dame’s departure. A trail of perfume lingered in her wake. It was rich and cloying and
Meshast slipped through the broken-down gates, hurrying to the ruined market where Loshasa had opened her stall. The fishwife was silent and averted her eyes
The gala dragged on and Valk found reason to slip away. A side door led to a closed exhibit hall lined with statues of the
Exiting Zephyr Station, Louise stepped onto a street reeking of diesel fumes and was nearly sideswiped by a careening automat. A frigid breeze blew past.