The Cruelty of Robot Humor
Teetering about the periphery of the mechanized whirl of digitized chaos, JX547 wrung his hands. The plastic, called “life like” by his original creators, had…
I'm Here To Kill The King
“Halt!” one of the guards shouts. They level their halberds at me. “What business have you here?” I tuck my hands under my tunic, and take a deep breath. “I’m…
The Gladiator's Confinement
Suddenly a hot, wrenching pain in my thigh--like an arrow, but more forceful, and when I look down there is no shaft. I collapse to the ground, try to scramble…
Secret Mullets
A beat up old Camaro pulls up to the gas station, playing Bon Scott-era AC/DC, and a beat up old dude gets out. He was wearing clothes, I’m certain, but all I…