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 →
Every night a man sits alone in the Orion corner bar. Navy blue suit, tie undone, just a hint of evening shadow on his chin. I know this because I’ve… Read more Drawings →
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.