In the early hours of a dreary Monday morning. I awoke with a dryness in my mouth and a pounding in my head. Rain crashed against my window and a… Read more Gone →
A dozen limp robots were propped up against the walls of the dilapidated hall. Ricky stepped between the legs of one, being careful not to trip. Their design wasn’t uniform,… Read more Overclock →
In front of him, John Fitzgerald could see all the stars of the milky way, spread out over the void, mocking him. An alarm droned over and over from the… Read more First →
They called it revolutionary. A new age in crime solving. T.R.I, Trace Remnant Imaging, the technology of the future. I was told how it worked once, but I couldn’t tell you now. I just use it.