None of them dared go back where they'd come from. Or at least none of them had but him, and when he'd been discovered ( Read more... )

It was a nice day on the UPenn campus and Andrew was taking advantage of it, sitting on a bench sideways to read over the professor's instructions for his next Criminology lab. Soon, he was going to have to observe - and that was the hard part. Watching a crime scene be processed, seeing what would catch whose eye, what should catch his eye when ( Read more... )

Being the son of two of the AIs gone wrong (there were maybe four - Karr, KRO, Javier, and possibly KIFT, depending on how you counted) put a lot of pressure on his dad. Andrew hadn't realised just how much pressure until now. Frowning, he sat there, poring over his books and committing every line to memory while intently considering everything ( Read more... )

Andrew breathed heavily as he faced off against the punching bag. His hands were taped, as were the balls of his feet. His sweat had already soaked the neck and armholes of his tank. His hair was stuck to his scalp in places, but he was focused. Fists loose, step light. He reminded himself of the posture he should hold, how to hit, how to kick ( Read more... )

"Dad!" Andrew laughed as he took the few steps between him and his father. "Dad, stop it. You're going to end up hurting yourself ( Read more... )