The privacy glass of Hannah Riven's apartment pulsed faintly with a heartbeat of city light. Neon veins ran through the polymer walls, bleeding cyan and vermilion through the frosted panes. Her apartment was a narrow tower cell, lined with repurposed data terminals, neural jacks, and the twitching filigree of illegal code tattoos stretched across modular sur...
I think that perhaps on some level the dreamworld and the real world, quote unquote for both, merge in ways forms and realms we do not understand. It occurs to me that this spacetime, this overlap if one were to draw a venn diagram, may be something that we grasp on a cellular marrowstuff level, but are reluctant to consider, let alone perSeeve. We have se...
The silk blindfold teased her skin laying softly on her cheeks -- wrapped loosely around her head. Nancy knew where her husband had led her hand-in-hand -- to their bedroom. But there was more to this night. He had greeted her in just his robe she had given him as an anniversary present. Shimmering light sparkled against her face. He had lit a few black-che...
"London we have synched our rotation and are beginning docking approach now. Approach speed .5 meters per second distance 100 meters. Still no contact with Unity IV crew." "Affirmative Pegasus London copies docking approach." News Release: The International Space Agency's Mission Control Center in London announced today that the rescue ship Pegasus will r...
Javier felt utterly out of place, in black clothes that didn't feel formal enough. Jacob had led the ceremony in his own living room, even singing a short Buddhist prayer. Javier went up to burn incense when it was his turn, staring dully at Mr. Tanaka's body. They'd found a black kimono to dress him in. Such a pointless death, for a man who might still have...
With a clink, the can fell into my shopping cart, briefly muffling the tune of the easy-listening music in my ears. It bounced a bit before coming to rest gently against the bag of carrots that sat behind it. I looked up, smiling - not at anything in particular. Today was good. Today, I'd get my groceries for the week and spend some quiet time alone, finally...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 1 George 'Papillion' Papil looked out his kitchen window in shock as three police cruisers crowded onto the lawn of the rental house next door. He slipped on his bathrobe and stepped out onto his small porch just in time to see Bubba Watson, a...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Chapter 8 Harmony and Unity obviously did their homework; George came home to find Unity swiveling her perfect little ass to Doro's Kiss Me like a Cobra, and unhooking her faux leather bra. She gave one wild swing to her hair, tousling it wildly, and the...
Dear Shoeblossom: I come home from work, pulling up in my BMW Z4 Roadster, and the gardener greets me respectfully "Mr. Wegg, how are you?" I grin at him. Yes, Palmer Wegg is a hot shot in this thriving Midwestern city... and when I go in the house I am pleased to see my pretty wife Zenobia relaxing on the divan. "Hello, Pom." She greets me, smiling. Z...
The one emotion that presided in Unit P-72X's computer mind as her cylindrical canister fell down through the air was disappointment. She honestly wasn't sure who it was for, though. She wasn't sure if she should be disappointed with herself for not living up to standards, or for her owner for not willing to deal with a sex toy that had gained emotions, thou...