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
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
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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
The whine of the alarm system begins immediately as the door swings open, and I desperately shove my Medeco into the keyhole on the locked gate and twist while I hauling on the vertical security bolts holding the gate in place. I manage to loosen the bolts just in time
In the summer of 2015 I started a contract gig at Adobe. I was hired to conduct an audit of their current documentation for some of their internal documentation sections, tell them how much the current stuff sucks, fix it, tell them how I fixed it, and what they can
After punching in 9-8-7-6 on the keypad and twisting the handle of and opening the staff room door, I heard the staff CD player gurgle with distortion as the song faded out and started again. I recognized the song as "Televators" by The Mars Volta, and I wasn&
I stare at the ceiling of my living room and start to notice the intermittent flicker of the lightbulb in the pot light over me. I try not to get self conscious as I glance over to see my face and nude torso in the top-right corner of the Zoom
I return from the French double doors leading outside and head back over to the trash bins, placing the compost bin back in its slot and relining it with a paper bag. Once that's done, I take the black garbage bag from the bin in its slot, and
I scroll through the touchscreen until I find Patrick's name, and push the telephone icon on the interface and the intercom starts ringing a second later. The telephone icon looks like one of those old classic rotary phones that people born after 1990 haven't ever used.