Synthetic Unlife
#11 of one offs a story about the potential consequences of waifurs fmii-4133, or as she was named by robert johnson in 2039, elizabeth johnson stares at the same wall she's stared at for some three thousand years, not because she's trapped in the twenty-first
Flush From the Den
\>With a sharp cry from the driver, the carriage starts off along the cobblestone streets, and into the night \>The ride isn't smooth until the driving horse hits its stride; then you hardly feel the stray dogs beneath the wheels, the potholes that...