Second Chapter This is a fictional story. * * * * * Author's note: Happy Holidays All! * * * * * That Monday, after Reagan and Tory worked all weekend on their robot project, they went to see the professor in charge of the contest. He was the head of the mechanical engineering department. They explained to him that they were working on a human looking...
I didn't know Tom too well, although he had worked under me on the project for six months. We were both about the same age, late 20s, but we were from different offices, and things had been so hectic that we had been working 18 hours a day and snatching as many hours of sleep as we could. Finally, we got caught up, got the project staffed up, and the progra...
Tina and I had worked on the same team for the last two years. Our team would create small computer programs for the rest of the company to use. Tina was one of our assistants that would run many of the programs and helped us when we'd create it. We had never been on the same project together, but had worked close enough to become close friends during that t...
Chapter 1 The iron gate rolled back and Dr Kerry Moriarty stepped into the darkness. A light glowed at the end of the long passageway and she walked slowly towards the figures emerging from the gloom. She was scared, but she knew that she must appear calm and confident before the three men who now towered over her. Two men wore grey shirts, and one wore whi...
It was kind of funny that, despite both of us being in our late 40s, we felt that it was necessary to keep our relationship a secret and sneak around. You'd think that this kind of thing would only happen to couples half our age or younger though, obviously, there would be some exceptions. We were one of those exceptions and it had to do with our jobs, which...
“ID, please.” As you hand in your card, you consider the situation. Three weeks ago, you were personally invited to participate in a secretive government project. You received the invitation in person directly from a government representative. He knew nothing about the project itself, only that the higher-ups considered it “a big deal”. You’re currently tryi...
Let's take a look at fleshing out that construction site where your fictional worker is going to be spending so much of his day. Again I'm writing this as if you are the worker. How does it all work? Well, flip that bucket over and have a seat and I'll try and explain it as we take lunch. Okay, well to begin with there is a owner. You will probably never...
This story is largely a personal fantasy, but it is based on a woman I knew once, who was just as described here. I often wonder what might have been... ...Then will I swear beauty herself is black And all they foul that thy complexion lack. Shakespeare, Sonnet 132 I'll never forget the first time I met Martha. I had never seen a woman so… so beautif...
Gerry sighed heavily and slowly ran his fingers through his hair. He’d been going over these figures for hours, and no matter what he tried, the numbers just didn’t add up. It simply didn’t make sense. Gerry knew the answer was right in front of him, but he just couldn’t see it. Taking off his glasses, he rubbed his tired eyes. Too many late nights that had...
Charmian rested her head against Madi's shoulder as they walked through Orgrimmar in the fading golden light of late evening. Nuzzling her way under Madi's arm, she was rewarded with a gentle squeeze from her troll lover. Wrapping her arms around Madi's waist and sighing happily against her black shirt, she breathed in the scent of perfume mixing with light...