[P-NO] Prompt Compilation I-Phone CallDr. Stephen P. Rose listened to the phone message with a straight face, mentally poking through the words of the message and waiting for an opportunity. None. He couldn't do it. He would have to go down there, but maybe then he could find some way to sneak in, to bring honor to himself as he met the people in the car.[P-NO] Prompt Compilation I-Phone Call2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
As he slipped out of bed, he almost cursed these callers for trying to contact him at the dead of night, but at the same time anybody who's ever seen Dr. Rose in person would have probably guessed that he didn't sleep much anyways. That didn't stop him from accepting Professor Kā'eo's offer (request? Close enough.) of an office couch to rest on while she stayed up to work on a research report. However, she had dozed off—no, she was just resting, as Dr. Rose had been doing prior to the phone call—on the keyboard, and currently the report had an extra 79 pages of the letter h. Their shared Lillipup, Velociraptor, truly slept in the corner, the only one of t
Crash of the ArcadiaAmong a disarray of twisted metal and sparking electronics, a figure stirred – coughing as it attempted to drag itself from the tomb of debris that pinned it. It attempted to speak as it struggled, only to emit a pained rasp; the sound was artificial and grating, figure's system clogged by the dust and heavy fumes that hazed the air around him. Still he fought to speak, to call out to the one who had been sitting beside him only a few minutes ago.Crash of the Arcadia2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
“Caaaptaiin?” he managed, artificial edge to his voice broken by static. There was no response, almost no sound at all – only the intermittent sparking of what once were the scout ship's controls. Android reached up slowly to feel the side of his face – detecting something warm and wet running down it and soaking into his shredded uniform. Hand moved up further to touch where his ear electronics should be, only to find empty air - the long and delicate tines snapped clean off in the crash.
His hand came back silv