Clarence sat quietly on the bench in his private dressing room as the dull roar of the anxious crowd outside awaited him. Just fifteen more minutes, and it would be time for him to make yet another raucous speech. He tapped his finger on his knee slowly, as he felt an odd muddled sensation in…
May 4th, 2117. The Labyrinth. A mysterious place created by the demons, though for what reasons I do not know. In the future I come from, the hallways are a shifting mess of u-turns and double-backs, constantly disorienting the traveler and making it nearly impossible to get to the needed destination. Here though, with the…
April 28th, 2117 The men and women in the room waited patiently, despite the fact the new Supreme Commander was already fifteen minutes late. Sitting in rows of aluminum chairs, the varying assortment of generals, lieutenants, scientists, and analysts numbered nearly two hundred, and Jorge was just one man among many who were going to…
I calmly wait for a few moments as the replicator crafts the molecules together to make myself a fresh cup of coffee. Amelia is sitting on the other side of the kitchen in one of the few easy chairs we had set up, staring out blankly into space. Her expression is… pained. That woman’s death…
Amelia grins intently as she puts the finishing touches on her sand-castle. "It’s perfect! Looks just like a place I lived in for a few decades!" I stare in awe at the three-foot tall monstrosity. "How are you so good at making these? It’s like you were born to form sand." Amelia giggles at me…
"CAN I GET AN AAAAAMEN UP IN HERE?" Clarence screamed into the microphone as he dropped to his knees and threw his hands up into the sky dramatically. "AMEN!" The massive auditorium full of people cheered in delight as they whipped their heads up and down furiously. "God is watching! God loves us all! God…
I stared forwards at the mirror as Amelia reached way up to adjust my tie. "I’m surprised you know anything about this." Amelia shrugged and smiled. "I’m still a woman, Jason. I know a thing or two about fashion, and I’ve known many men over my lifetime, even if I held no real affection for…
April 2nd, 2117 "You’re… joking… right?" I felt myself take a step back in horror, my body moving almost of its own accord as my mind was unable to respond coherently. "He passed away an hour ago. Despite our best efforts, we couldn’t save him. He’s gone, original." J3-21 stared at my face with a…
So much has happened. I’m still trying to process it. I teleport onto the Mothership, inside of the bridge that overlooks the front of the ship, my heart heavy as my mind lingers on various things. Stonewall is dead. Daisy is missing, as is ‘Silver’. I can’t locate either one of them with wordsmithing. Wordsmithing…
I walked forwards a couple steps, waving my hands through the area where Daisy had been standing. For some reason, I had almost hoped that she would still be there, but perhaps invisible or something. She was not. My location ability allows me to find someone anywhere in any place or any other dimension. It’s…
