After driving past the batteries of anti-aircraft ordinance along the ridges into the city, and into the safely defended interior gate wall of the city, I approached the entrance to the underground garages, which split the traffic into the distinct lanes marked for private vehicles, private vehicles with three or
The narcotic haze was washing over me and while I recognized the pain I was in, I truly did not care about it, as my opiate receptors were fully satisfied, leading towards the whatever pathways in the wherever, deep the viscera and ichor that constituted my insides. The TV was
Audio connected. "-you said thirty, I say it's more like fifty." "I'm telling you, it's thirty." No Interface connected Mobility test suite [PASS] Network test suite [PASS] Data Ingress Test [PASS] Data Egress Test [PASS] Downloading updates..............DONE Installing Updates
The power bank switched over to the second array, briefly allowing the stark shadow of the table to shroud the baseboard control panel. After the switch over was complete, it resumed casting the pale green glow of its charge level indicator light. Alexander Williams finished the daily Wordle, and felt
Sitting in the front seat of the Toyota Rav 4, I guessed I had about an hour left of charge before I'd have to switch over to the backup battery, and then I'd need to hope my hotel had a Supercharger, or at least somewhere I
After a night without incident, I was awoken by Jake coming in the front door of the sunroom. I found myself on what had turned out to be a La-Z-Boy sectional. In my drugged out haze, I didn't quite recognize as something more than a thing available to
With my standard arm reattached, David and Clyde had worked out their differences, and were now looking over the diagnostic results on their screens, making sure I'd configured the connection to the correct frequency and rate. Satisfied, we walked on foot back up to the central buildings of
Subscribe and I'll keep writing. If I'm doing this for myself, I won't do it.
I told Clark first. At least I knew he'd be able to check up on things if I was gone for a while. Pulling into his Supercharger station, I thought about the times I'd stopped in here when I was younger, and not believing they'
I could tell it was Travis by the shape of his silhouette in the light of the doorway. Fully in the throes of extremely poorly timed diarrhea, I hoped to God that he was bringing me another bucket or something because the smell of my own filth was starting to
"Hang on a second," he said to me, putting his left hand on my chest. "What's in those?" The young man in the grey fatigue jacket points his FN P90 awkwardly at my sling bag and then my shoulder, indicating my backpack. I scan
Feeling relieved that I didn't have to relive the experience of hauling another body out of the woods this spring in addition to 500 pounds of crushed fiberglass and steel, I cranked back a couple of caffeine pills, took a sip of water from my dented up Aurora
Looking in the mirror, the bruise from Mitch's shotgun had faded to a greenish yellow which I didn't think was too bad. From the window facing outside I smell meat hitting the grill and I can tell it's going to be "chow time&
Looking southbound along the 400, she winced as the wind picked up. To her left, her partner unpacked a scope, and after adjusting it for a moment and holding it up to his eye, he tapped his earpiece twice, and took a prone position closer towards the white billboard that
Reaching up into the trees, I had a hell of a time hooking my pruning shear on to the nylon cord holding the two supply pods up in the grouping of blue pines about a 10 minute walk from the house. Last week when I was out this direction it
The first thing I noticed when I, I guess, woke up, was that my head hurt. Once my eyes focused, I felt that primal cold sweat drip off my head, and I realized that I was in a hobble which was chained to the wall and anchored in with a
After finishing up the recording of Williams with his guy Mitchell, I did a quick conversion to todays year, and started turning my notes into a more formal readout. Popping a couple of 40 mg caffeine gummies in my mouth and chawing on them with my molars, I sucked the
Right as I got back inside I heard the Milwaukee charger click on. Taking off my boots, coat and gloves I took another glance outside to make sure all three plates were in direct sunlight. After that, I carefully closed the storm door around the cables from the outdoor solar
I could see my breath as I rolled down the window at the checkpoint. At -40°, after years of this nonsense, I've learned that the sooner you answer the questions, the sooner they open the gate and you can be on your way. I pulled up to a
The class was suspicious from the first lecture. ACUL 1013, Art, Culture, and Society, seemed like an interesting class from the course calendar. Part of the Sonic Design program, it was a mandatory class to complete my certificate, but after Francis Gerard introduced himself to us as the founder of