Enzo hesitates in the doorway.

He got an urgent, private vidwindow from Bob last night. It was not good news.

He ought to be scared, he knows. He is scared, in fact, and for a moment it comes to the surface again and holds him back.

But then the anger wells up again and overrides it. Megabyte will not, he has no right to spoil this place for ( Read more... )

There are two men sitting at the bar. Twins ( Read more... )

Things are busy at home in the California desert, oh, yes, very busy indeed. There are mechs everywhere getting the Iacon Half-Mile back into the most pristine condition they can manage with Earth resources. There are humans all over the place, some helping, some protesting, some asking for directions to the appropriate embassies. Bumblebee's been ( Read more... )

Enter a blue sprite with a turquoise toddler on one hip. The former, at least, immediately brightens when he sees the shape of the Bar ( Read more... )

Milliways has just gone up one pair of twins ( Read more... )

[Out of Milliways: " I need to tell you a story."]

The door opens on a desert vista, in sharp contrast with the sudden onset of English choirboys in the air:

"-Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear- o, clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of-"The recording breaks off abruptly as the little yellow mech realizes where he is. He doesn't get ( Read more... )

There seems to be a ruckus going on outside the bar door this afternoon. The sounds of lasers and mechanical transformation can be heard in the distance and then the revving of the motor. The door rattles with the sounds of battle, then it suddenly flings open. If one were looking, one would see a motorcycle with a helmeted figure on it. Those ( Read more... )

[[ New York: Tom gets caught up when he's writing; Carl attempts to convince him to eat. It even sort of works!]]

It's always a strange thing, to worldgate unexpectedly ( Read more... )