The truth about zombies is far different than the myths. They don't feed on brains. There is no "apocalypse" when they show up. Their bodies are cold to the touch, but not bone-chillingly cold. How do I know all this? I am about to tell you. 10 years ago, the first reports began coming in. We had already had a massive die-off of humans a century befor...
Note: This is a sequel to the first "JNE-99". This story will not make sense to those who have not read the first one. "Next Stop, UN Terminal. Prepare for arrival." There wasn't much preparing to do. All my carry-on luggage fit in my jacket pocket, and I had already taken a moment to freshen up. Preparing for arrival meant nothing more than sitting tigh...
Interlude Pete pressed closer. "No, lower..." she whispered, "your upper lip ... just under your nose ... press that against my pubic bone." Pete paused, licked his lips, and looked up at her. "What?" Chloe took a breath. "You almost had it. Press your upper lip against me, only lower ... so that you can just barely breathe ... you'll feel my pubic bo...
All characters that have sex are above the age of 18. Warning: Incest doesn't happen in this story, but this is a follow up to a three part incest story I previously wrote. This story does however involve dubious consent with an AI, so if that bothers you, I'm sorry. ***** Year: 2050 David, my brother, had his car drive us to my doctor's appointment. It...
Melli started returning Mike's kisses - just as he had expected and just as she had been programmed. The kisses were technically well executed, but to him they felt obviously mechanised and passionless. Mike closed his eyes and enjoyed the experience for what it was. He imagined the complicated machinery of her mouth moving to provide him with this simulate...
Final Chapter 7 This is a fictional story. * * * * * Author's note: Happy Holidays All! Many Thanks to Techsan for his brilliant editing of this series. Hope you all enjoy this story. It was fun to write. Thanks for help naming the robot, Ann Droid Tarrington. * * * * * The women all had early classes the next day and Jenna had to study for a test....
It had been a long, rough day... eh, week... no, month and year at my job! I don't quite know how I got suckered into getting a job at a jail, but I do know why I was being kept there. The paycheck was nice, and in an economy such as the one that our "Great White Hope;" ex president G.W.Jr has put us in, being with out a job isn't an option. (I'm sorry to so...
Natasha received and processed a batch of commands from the Master Computing Device. She picked up the disembodied forearm from the cart and turned her naked android body around. As she walked steadily forward she recorded the image of the blonde enforcer droid sitting up on the examination table. She held the arm out to the droid and ran the necessary softw...
Prologue A small high school Somewhere in America… Matt Thompson stood at the podium before his fifth period history class, sweating profusely. Today was the day. He looked up at the camera and microphone above the door, pointed right at him. To Hell with Big Brother, he thought. I'm going to tell these kids the truth. Not the crap they've printe...
While Brad waited and drank, Natasha was finally putting the finishing touches on Pam's rebuilt circuitry. As a precaution, most of the affected electronics had been completely replaced whether the diagnostic scans showed them as damaged or not. That faulty fluid intake tube that led from her mouth to what served as her stomach was also replaced and tested b...