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Interceptor 245
Interceptor 245 did not awaken. It wasn’t asleep. It didn’t sleep. It simply went from non-being into awareness as it was activated. Although it had never been aware before this moment, it knew almost everything it would ever need to know. Almost everything. Acquiring Target Tracking data poured into its memory and it plotted an…
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Alone: Part 7
When Jens awoke, it was not in the comfortable bed he’d gotten accustomed to over the last few months. Instead of pillows and a mattress, he was lying on the sidewalk. It had been at least three months since he’d last heard the sound of traffic, and yet he recognized it instantly, and he could…
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Alone: Part 5
Jens new home was not overly large but it did have an extra bedroom he had no need for so, in between working in the field and reading the survival guides, he began converting the spare bedroom. There wasn’t much in the way of furniture in there that he needed to move out so that…
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Alone: Part 4
The sun was already set by the time Jens tromped back home. He’d been working from sunrise to sunset for almost a week now, preparing the field for planting. Every muscle in his body ached and he was looking forward to a warm bath. Before that, however, he first checked on his seedlings. He had…
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Alone: Part 3
Jens was tired of living without electricity. With electricity he could at least charge his cellphone. He had no hope that the internet would still be working, but at least with his cellphone he could play the few games he had installed and read a couple of e-books he had downloaded. He even had some…
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Alone: Part 2
The next day began the same as the day before. With the power still out and his cellphone still dead, he rose with the sun. For a long while, Jens sat on the edge of his bed, staring out the window at the too-quiet city outside. For breakfast, he opened a can of pork and…
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Alone: Part 1
It was bright when Jens woke up. “Oh no,” he groaned, knowing he was going to be late. Being mid Spring, it wouldn’t be that bright outside until quite late in the morning. He rolled over in bed to check the time but his cellphone was dead. “That explains why the alarm didn’t wake me…
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Thief
Kazan studied the door in front of him. It was a standard, digital keypad lock, a type he’d seen numerous times before. Behind him, three other men stood by, shifting their weight anxiously. Inwardly, Kazan smiled to himself while outwardly he tinkered with the fake electronic gear he’d brought along. “Just another few seconds,” he…
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Retirement
“Come in,” the calm voice of the receptionist belied the nervousness Sofia felt. “Take a seat and we’ll be with you shortly.” Sofia was the only one in the waiting room and could pick any seat she wanted. Unlike many waiting rooms she’d been in before, this one had a plethora of different seating options.…
Bridge of Broken Glass
Stories from my mind that won't be quiet
Bridge of Broken Glass 