“And here we are, our last stop of the tour!” Vincent’s voice boomed out over Shelby’s intercom system to the passengers in what used to be the cargo compartment. “Please enjoy your complimentary souvenir bags--complete with energy drinks and ginger wasabi chips straight from the Perfectorate! And don’t forget, if you enjoyed today’s authentic human … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 328: Her Own Ship →

“Rell, get in here!” Giana turned the volume up on the old radio in the living room as Rell hurried to her side. “...information you find on this traitor must be reported to the inquisition immediately for a cred reward. Repeat, the traitor Vinyarlo Coastrunner is still at large. White male. Five foot ten inches … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 125: Not Every Story →

Michael watched the crowd on the shore blur together until instead of individual faces, it was just a crowd, and then instead of a crowd, it was just a port, and then instead of a port it was just an island washed in silver, morning light. He wondered if Emanuel had stayed past their photo … Continue reading Year 350, Rotation 334: Something That Works →

Vincent wasn’t sure if it was minutes or hours before the energy fields blocking off their exits crackled off. As the emergency hatch on the roof screeched open, he scrambled to his feet. His legs were still shaking, but he wasn’t about to greet whatever envoy the mysterious voice had promised sitting on his ass … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 124: Happily Ever Exiled, Part 5 →

Vincent tried to keep his breathing even, but he couldn’t seem to collect enough air to fill his chest. Breath, you dumb ass. You aren’t in any immediate danger. Your therapist said you had a handle on this months ago, long before you stopped going. Your jacket is purple and Dominique’s hair is black and … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 124: Happily Ever Exiled, Part 4 →

Dominique and Aluna gaped at Vincent as Shelby released her grip on them and pulled herself over the edge of the island, the green magic ebbing from her metal.  “What the voids was that?” said Dominique. “What was what?” said Vincent “That thing we didn’t see,” said Aluna. “You know what it was or you … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 124: Happily Ever Exiled, Part 3 →

Vincent had at least managed to get his shoes tied before they stumbled into the 24-hour coffee shop on the corner. Inside, he leaned against the counter as he squinted up at the menu. “Um, I’ll have a caramel latte with extra whipped cream and…” Aluna cut him off. “He’ll have four shots of espresso … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 123: Happily Ever Exiled, Part 2 →

The emergency alert flashed across Shelby’s screen when Vincent was two jumps from picking up his contract for the day, and he could hear the alarm bells from where he was. Three short chimes. Three long. Three short. Toaster tugged on his pants leg and he nodded once, already reaching for his radio. It wasn’t … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 123: Happily Ever Exiled, Part 1 →

The spire was far away from the mining ring. It took Vincent all day to drive there at full speed, and even then, the light had long since faded from the sky by the time he pulled into a hangar at the edge of the lowest tier island of the Capital. It was shitty, but … Continue reading Year 352 A.E., Rotation 61: It’s Easy to Do Nothing, Part 2 →

“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 →