News from the font
I am a firm believer in the theory that there are key events in people's lives, pivotal moments that change everything and send people in new directions. One such moment, for me, was when the police walked into my house and arrested me.
That's not an entirely accurate way to phrase it, though. For one, they weren't the police, they were an army. An actual army, paid out of your taxes. Not "our" taxes, you'll note, which is one of the reasons they were paying me a visit. The other was that my house was more of a fortress. A fortress of doom, if I may be so theatrical. Nice location on a volcanic island, natural harbour with sharks and everything. They weren't so much walking inside either. It was more of a light jog, zig-zagging between cover, returning fire and taking out the automated defences. "Storming" is the proper term, now that I think of it.
Malefactors
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I grew up in Apex Jerusalem, an independent sovereign state in orbit above Tyr. My mother was the Tyrese ambassador to Apex J, my father I never knew. He was a cloneson who had, to hear it from my mother, never lived up to his potential. With my mother busy with the affairs of the embassy, that meant I was raised partially by myself and partially by my grandmother. She had opted to go digital years before I was born, so my formative years were guided by her many handrones. Her ability to multi-task effectively made her an attentive, if somewhat doting, guardian.
Robin's Sun
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"Howdy," said the door-opener, a short girl of no more than sixteen years of age. She wore, quite simply, a grey jumpsuit covered in smears of oil and a pair of large goggles around her neck.
"Hello," replied Joanna. She was, of course, wearing the kind of nice clothes one wears for a job interview. She faltered, not really knowing what else to say, so she opted for the obvious. "You're American?"
"You're not?" It sounded like the young girl was genuinely surprised. In unison, both of them peered around the other to see what could be lurking behind.
The Luminal Magnifier
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That's not an entirely accurate way to phrase it, though. For one, they weren't the police, they were an army. An actual army, paid out of your taxes. Not "our" taxes, you'll note, which is one of the reasons they were paying me a visit. The other was that my house was more of a fortress. A fortress of doom, if I may be so theatrical. Nice location on a volcanic island, natural harbour with sharks and everything. They weren't so much walking inside either. It was more of a light jog, zig-zagging between cover, returning fire and taking out the automated defences. "Storming" is the proper term, now that I think of it.
Malefactors
500 / 50000 words. 1% done!
I grew up in Apex Jerusalem, an independent sovereign state in orbit above Tyr. My mother was the Tyrese ambassador to Apex J, my father I never knew. He was a cloneson who had, to hear it from my mother, never lived up to his potential. With my mother busy with the affairs of the embassy, that meant I was raised partially by myself and partially by my grandmother. She had opted to go digital years before I was born, so my formative years were guided by her many handrones. Her ability to multi-task effectively made her an attentive, if somewhat doting, guardian.
Robin's Sun
490 / 20000 words. 2% done!
"Howdy," said the door-opener, a short girl of no more than sixteen years of age. She wore, quite simply, a grey jumpsuit covered in smears of oil and a pair of large goggles around her neck.
"Hello," replied Joanna. She was, of course, wearing the kind of nice clothes one wears for a job interview. She faltered, not really knowing what else to say, so she opted for the obvious. "You're American?"
"You're not?" It sounded like the young girl was genuinely surprised. In unison, both of them peered around the other to see what could be lurking behind.
The Luminal Magnifier
341 / 25000 words. 1% done!