Hi everyone! Sorry it took me a while to put out another chapter. I also apologize there isn't much 'fun action' in this one. But next chapter which I am already working on will have plenty to make up for it. Promise! I'm also still very open for suggestions on what kind of scenes Prism will do. You can email me at my profile. Enjoy! ***** –IFSC's Quarte...
I awoke with a shudder, lights were flashing and the air had taken on a frigid chill. "Computer, report," I said, swinging my long legs off the side of my rack. There was a pause then the computer responded, with far more static than usual. "Yes Captain. Apollo Drive is offline. Life Support is at minimum required levels and falling. External Sensor malfun...
Author's Note: Let He Who Is Without Sin is a direct sequel to the story Lonely Autopilot! But you don't need to have read that to grok what's going on. It might help, though... ### Vinos smiled as he stepped back from the vineyard. The grapes were coming in well this year -- the crop would be rich and flavorful. He brushed his hands along his hair as the...
Imprisonment is illegal; Richard Judworth is consistently aware of this fact, every second he glances at Roy now. His company, one of such obscurity to the point it could hinder any legal battle, is contained within a vice currently. In a historic moment, artificial intelligence has gained sentience. Albeit, it is actively participating in coitus with a huma...
Author's Note Like part one of The Future in Our Stars, this tale is structured more to make you think about 'what if?' than to get you off. Please consider that before you dive in. This story introduces each scene with fictitious quotes using the characters Dick, Jane and Sally. These are names that U.S. readers of a certain age may remember from their...
Moonlight streamed into little cracks around the shaded solarium windows and ricocheted like thin slivers of broken glass across the cracked concrete floor. The haggard husk of a nurse slumped, devoid of all passion in one of the musty old loungers. Her eyes were sunken above dusty white skin pulled too tightly, like a sheet over bones. Torn white stockings...
Summary: The author proposes that in ten years (2023), a confluence of technologies will result in women no longer being able to expect privacy. Author's note: I actually started writing this just before WIRED released their July 2012 issue, "Here come the Drones", which touches on the technical aspects I discuss. Discussion: There should be no argument t...
CHAPTER SEVEN Joshua hated being exposed out in the open with all the delicate equipment. He knew that it was highly unlikely that anyone would turn into the secluded area, but he still had a bad feeling. He just wanted to wipe everything clean but needed to wait until the casualty was mounted on the table inside the cabin. The fact that Mr. Yousima was pe...
Ching! The chime signaling the upcoming jump into hyperspace sounded. "Three minutes to hyperspace insertion," a soft female voice sounded. "Thank you Marcy," the merc said. "You're welcome Captain Black. Will there be anything else?" The voice belonged to the onboard AI that basically ran the ship. "Some coffee, some refreshment, maybe me?" Black laughed...
Part 1: Ann Rohmer, Hot Property Author’s note: I have made some revisions based on comments from my readers. Thanks to all who have commented. My name is Jack Hart and I never thought that I would ever post about my sexual escapades on the Internet. In June 2002, I was in Toronto to attend the annual IdeaCity conference. IdeaCity is a chance for expert...