“Sydney Restaurateur…” Sibri wrinkled their nose at their formal name, annoyed that it betrayed them as a high tier citizen. They went by Sibri for a reason, and they couldn’t remember the last time they’d used their parents’ last name. “...You hereby stand convicted of defamation of the Perfectorate, high treason and the intentional use … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 62: It’s Easy to Do Nothing, Part 1 →

The machine was fantastic, in that it looked like it ought not to exist in real life. In bulk and levitation it resembled a rim ship, but the smoke that billowed from its stacks was enough to make the light of the whole area hazey, and the maze of conveyor belts twisting in and out … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 60: If Islands Screamed →