*Ghosts are spirits of passions; be it regret, love, or anger and sometimes they are made up of all three* We stride into the noisy press of bodies. We are equal parts confident and docile. To me it is another party, but it appears to be a major step for Carmen. She clasps my hand in a grip of iron as I maneuver through the crowded narrow hallway. We fight...
Prologue Blinding light, rough movements, the familiar sound of the metal door grinding open, a rough shove, I stumble. I bounce against the padded wall, the jolt through my body causing me to moan as my heart pounds in my ears. The slamming of the door as loud as a scream to my super sensitive ears, the locking mechanism settling into place as loud as thun...
Chapter 2 Her Blissful state of mind vanished the next day as she left her apartment, walked down three flights of stairs (the elevator was still out of order), and hailed a cab. It was Monday, and she hated her job. She didn't have much choice in the matter, though. Occupations were assigned once someone graduated from Conformitory School, based on various...
Prologue In my first story, BORG Collective. I had stumbled upon a chat group obsessed with Star Trek Voyager. Their interests were the BORG Collective. After two nights of interaction in a chat with ten people, they invited me to a Cosplay party. At the party I could join, I had to swear to serve the needs of the Collective and follow all orders given, wit...
There's a generation coming up now, many of whom have been saying that the Experimenter -- also called 15226 -- is a figurative thing, not to be understood as a real being, and was more likely just an institution from the old-world governments using smoke and mirrors to pawn itself off to me as some kind of cosmic entity. They say that would make me less lik...
The elevator door opened on gold and gilt and blood. I stepped out, shotgun in hand and looked around the corporate section of Virgil station, my lip curling slightly. I wasn't sure what disgusted me more: The gaudy art-deco designs of the walls, with angelic figures holding aloft the ceiling by upthrust palms, like recreations of Atlas...or the bodies. It l...
Daisy Lighthouse awoke without the aid of any alarm clock. Her interior design defied the term sleep by simply powering down. The more she lived within her Android body the more it's functions amazed her. Having mentally reprogrammed her onboard computer to be more familiar and personal created a deeper sense of reality. As close as it could be. Clara as she...
Prolog In the first story, I willingly agreed to join a BORG Collective, the acronym stood for Beautiful Order of Rare Girls. I was Invited to a Cosplay party where I would be assimilated. Arriving to Find ten stunning women with breasts exposed to my delight. Eight dressed as BORG Drones, the Queen, and Seven of Nine. After pledging to serve the needs of t...
"The Israelis don't mess around, do they?" Tyler said. "It's better to be respected and feared than admired and revered," Bobby said. Within eighteen hours of the President of the United States speaking with the Prime Minister of Israel, Emily Fredette had been apprehended by agents of the Mossad. Three hours after that all members of the Sororibus had bee...
On my way to my first Monday class, I stopped by my assigned graduate student cubicle in Hertz Hall, the main building for the university's electrical engineering program. Each of us in the graduate EE program had one where we could study, receive messages, and store stuff between classes. Maybe the university is preparing us for our cubicle destinies? My t...