Theo’s knees cracked as he eased into the supervisor’s guest chair. He scrubbed a weary hand over his face and waited patiently. In a cloud of perfume, Martin swished into the office. With a wink, he offered Theo a hot cup of chicory. Theo accepted the beverage but not Martin’s offer.

“Beat it, baby, we got man talk here,” Lance said.

Giggling, Martin closed the door. Theo sipped. His drink w...

Another knight's body hits the floor, one of their legs removed via plasma fire. The bio-mechanical march won't stop for another casualty, but the Ferrymyn will. The stampede of knights pushes forward, leaving an opening for the Ferrymyn to preform their rituals. The Ferrymyn approach the fallen; minds sharing burdens of pain. The breathing of the wounded knight slows; both from her withering hea...

Pods hovered throughout the sky. Humming as they went by, covering the sun like moths to a flame.

The streets were empty today and the roads were full. And that’s how Fumble got there first.

Why Fumble was not driving at this very hour was because he had always been a slow driver not because he was bad at driving in general, but because he didn’t trust the car he drove. He drove an old pod his ...

I finally have it, it’s mine!

ITS ALL MINE

The shock collar hugs my skin with its cold embrace, an embrace I have longed for since the day my mother passed from the smog poison when I was a boy, like so many others who dwell in this fetid abyss with me.

The factory halls have accepted me and my very soul dances to clanging pipes in rejoice, but my body will not dance, will not waste the resourc...

The history books are there, how humanity culled their impending extinction in the 22nd century. A prosperous few millennia came after filled with their own hiccups and roadblocks… wait a second.

She scrubbed away the chip, altering its telemetry before inserting it back into her arm. The vivid recollection of historic events played out again, this time with constant victories, triumphs, and elat...

Society has advancenced past petty conflicts. 3000 years ago they would be surprised at how far we've come. Spoiler, it's not that far. We completely removed any trace or war, angering emotions, or conflicting ideas. The problem with that is that the suicide count is higher than ever. The even more concerning problem is that that's a good thing.

You'd think in 3000 years we'd come up with a great...

5025

This is the year

Why try and hide

Nothing to fear

Except for laser toting sheriffs

That uphold the law

Best pay the tariff

Bankers we saw

Best job in town

Is the lawyer we’d say

There’s none to be found

There’s no law these days...

3000 years after the world basically collapsed into pieces. You may think we rebuilt ourselves but we were never able to. Everyone had to resort to either being a trash collector or home builder. It’s the only way to pay bills. After the big disaster, the world just became a burning pile of rubbish. At least humans are still alive. After the disaster, we thought all hope would be lost, but it is s...

There was very little for Elliot to be thankful for in the wretched year of 5025, but his job as a historian was one of them. It was the job that everybody wanted, but he was the lucky bastard that edged out so many of his peers.

It wasn't just that it was indoors and safe, although that was a huge plus. He was safe from the elements. He wasn't forced to be out in the world risking his life to r...

“Your government doesn’t really have your best intrests in mind.”

Eden heard plenty of things during her job. Pleas and cries and begs for mercy. But a jobs a job. And besides, these things weren’t really people. Is what she’s been told.

“Find. Capture. Neutralize.” That was the job of a Neutrilizer. Eden.

It pays well. She has a fairly easy life because of it. She doesn’t mind that people are ...