There was a man who was sitting in jail. Less than twenty four hours and he had found things didn't work here the same way as back in the world. There was no phone call, no miranda rights, no seventy two hour holding limit. He was, in essence, fucked ( Read more... )

There was a man who had had an epiphany. He had really worked up a head of steam. Once he'd made the decision to take on the status quo and destroy the junk yard, it consumed him. Perhaps it was irrational, but he went on and on to Maureen. He ranted about the environment, about abuse of the environment, about upsetting the system, about chaos and ( Read more... )

"So nice of you to come over," Patrick said snidely as Maureen walked in. "Nice to know I rate on your social calendar. God, Maureen...does everyone come before me? I'm supposed to be your boyfriend ( Read more... )

Patrick had had enough. He'd seen Maureen at the club and it drove him out of his mind. The more he thought of her shaking her ass for other men made him crazy. He didn't care so much about her...just that she should be keeping that hot ass for him. He had to do something about it ( Read more... )

There was a man who had gotten out of the crash room and into his own hut. The place was well organized with everything around the edges and a wide open space in the middle. He wondered who had lived her before for a moment and then decided he didn't care. It was the best form of recyling. He had all he needed ( Read more... )

[continued from here]There was a man who had met a girl. The party had been interesting and he'd learned about the society he had found himself in, but in the end it came down to the girl. The man walked her home and paused at her doorstep, the very picture of a gentleman. He didn't push, not even for a kiss. He simply made polite conversation and ( Read more... )