Golden SeasonI remember being four years old. I remember spending almost every day in my mother’s garden, where she hovered about her plants like the breeze. The garden was a square plot of a land attached to the front of the house, a packed gravel pathway splitting it from the front door to the gate in the fence. There was a bench on the left side of the path against the house, and a flower bed on the right. The lawn was all green, and tall trees stood sentry in each corner of the fence.More Like This
In my head, the picture isn’t complete without Mom. When she moved, her flowers would rise to greet her. She sewed and harvested life with her pale fingers, using the wooden-handled tools stemming from the deep pockets of her faded gardening apron, silver slivers of metal showing just before they were swallowed by the fabric. I couldn’t name most of her tools when I was four, but I had fun figuring them out. One of them was wide near the handle then tapered to a point, and she used it to dimple t
Building a Crib: Chapter 2More Like This
Nos-4-a2 and Two didn’t have to wait long for the next train to Balbar when they reached the station. Just as it always happened whenever they left their neighborhood, they got a few weird looks, but nothing extreme. Earth was a safe haven for refugees from the First War, and there were quite a few aliens that stuck out from the primarily Human crowds. Nos-4-a2 was still a bit different, but not so much that people would call him out. He was only careful to show his fangs as little as possible.
The couple took a row in the back to themselves and chatted lightly on the fifteen-minute ride from their home in the capitol. Two told Nos about the effect of his new battery formula and Nos told Two about the business. When they exhausted those topics, all attention went to the baby. It was only a month away from the expected birth date.
Should they buy clothes while they were out? (“We still can't tell the baby’s shape...”). What about decorations fo
Speaking SilencesSometimes, there’s nothing I value more in Nos than his instinctual knowledge of when not to talk.More Like This
The 2nd floor of the library is warmer than ground level, so we’re up here, leaning together on the sofa between two bookshelves. I’m wrapped in the biggest, thickest, softest blanket in the house. Too tired to open my book, I merely hold it, folding my arms around it so that it’s against my chest. It’s a nice, big, heavy book.
Nos is doing something for his work. Probably responding to messages ‒ that’s almost always it. He could be contacting a potential new company, corresponding with one of his current manufacturers, or answering an inquiry. While I envy his work in that he creates his own schedule and gets to stay home, I’m glad I get my days off completely to myself.
I should use them to spend more time in sleep mode.
Even though the clouds are heavy and snow lines the window sills, it is undeniably daytime, and my thought processors a
The Solution (Part 1)This story contains self experimentation which may be perceived as unintentional self harm, and is possibly relatable to substance abuse.More Like This
Thrusters activated, but faltering. A stagger. The burning was getting worse. He had to get to his room fast, in case his mother was around...
There was still blue light lingering in the sky outside the lab. He looked out the window in the door that opened to the courtyard. The only light out there was the one within the fountain, throwing ripples across the shadows. Two wasn’t there as far as he could tell. Fletcher cracked the door open enough to slip through and hovered as fast as he could manage over the gravel path. It was coming up again... he went faster, though it wrenched at the sharp pain in his middle. The lights weren’t on in the hallway connecting the bedrooms, and the square shape of the house thwarted the vestigial glow of any lingering sunlight, leaving the dark stone walls the same ambiguous shade of blue as th
The Solution (Part 2)Nothing hurt. He was traveling fast, faster than his own thrusters could have sent him, protected from the night air by two arms. He struggled to snatch a few seconds of vision, but half of his visor was pressed against cloth covering a hard metal surface. What he could see was washed with crackling, red-amber light.More Like This
The plush surface he was lying on was alive with wiring. It overwhelmed his sensors, but his limbs had turned to lead and his mouth was beyond his control. He opened his eyeforms. Fluorescent light painted everything pale, and voices spoke in hushed tones... no, she was yelling. She was crying. He wanted to look, but a foreign energy wormed into his mind and put him back into sleep mode.
A tube was sending something liquid down his throat. He was sure that it was about to rise, tear him apart, finish him off... but there was no such reaction. He couldn’t tell if it was because he didn’t have the energy to reject it, or maybe it was that the tube was
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Waking up was a slow process for Nos and Two. After a night’s cycle without consuming energy, the Vampire was about as eager to get up as he was to eat vegetables. Two was used to being refreshed from a night of recharging, but because of her recent change in species, drowsy morning snuggling was impossible to resist.
Nos would always wake up first by his inner low-battery warning. It wasn’t so much of an alarm as a reminder, but he found it pointless all the same. He would tune it out and gradually come online, scarlet optics giving off a pulsating light until they fixed into a dim glow. His night vision would perfectly shape his mate’s delicate body in the dim morning light that seeped through the thick curtains over the windows, and as his sensors warmed up, he would feel the gentle ebb and flow of her electrical signal washing around him. Two’s sleek metal, grade 5 titanium alloy glossed with a bullet-proof coating, felt s
Reboot ch. 2The LGMs noticed nothing wrong as they entered the lab. The two robots were still plugged in, asleep, and since it was an off day they assumed they had gone back to sleep after Booster came in. They shrugged, unplugged them, and went on their way with tinkering.More Like This
About then Booster came jogging in. “Oh, oh!” He skidded, nearly running over a crowd of the green beans. They scattered, abandoning projects that were more easily rebuilt than themselves. After a few seconds of tottering on his heel, the Jo-adian managed to catch himself. “I’m late I’m late I’m late-“ He ran into the cleaning closet.
The independent thinker was suddenly getting looks of surprise and annoyance from is co-workers. “Hey!” He checked the pager. “It’s not my fault!” He showed them the message, just to prove he hadn’t messed up.
The moment Booster came out of the closet from fitting on is suit he met several raised eyebrows, mixed frowns,
Reboot“I’m not so sure about this…” XL was ringing is hands as the LGMs circled he and his brother, doing tune-ups and the basic physical. It was time for their yearly checkup and evaluation. But this time they wanted to do something new.More Like This
“No worries XL.” One of the green beans promised, testing a few of his circuits with a screwdriver. “It’s just a backup.”
“Yeah brother!” XR smiled. “It’s just a simple memory backup! I’ve done it tons of times!”
XL gave his brother a flat look. “That’s supposed to be comforting?”
“Well yeah.” XR frowed.
“Go over it one more time?” XL sighed, figuring he wasn’t getting out of this no matter how hard he tried.
“We’re just going to plug you into the computer,” One of the LGMs showed him the wire. “Shut you off for a while, and download your files. Then we’ll turn you on and reboot, and it