Motorcity - Microdrabble - First-Hand Experience by DystopianUtahraptor, literature
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Motorcity - Microdrabble - First-Hand Experience
The scar on her leg is hidden from view, and very few have seen it. It’s a surgical scar, long and clean, knit back together perfectly. Something morbidly pretty to hide the defect of how the bones beneath porcelain-pale skin healed. She doesn’t actively show the scar, but the limp is prominent.
She refuses a cane, always has. It holds no real support, she says, and only furthers to remind her that she is a cripple. It won’t help. It can only hinder her more. People respect that. Why should she need it when she hobbles faster without it than with it.
A little cube-avatar pops up next to her head, within the cylinder of blu
Motorcity - Revamped Profiles - Nehvatka by DystopianUtahraptor, literature
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Motorcity - Revamped Profiles - Nehvatka
HOUNDs are not the usual sight in Motorcity outside certain events to utilize their vicious dog-like nature. Kane added a multitude of encryptions on their programming to make sure that even a hard reset would make the beasts loyal to him and only him. It takes nothing short of a skilled programmer to get passed the walls and completely rewrite the base AI. While not impossible to find HOUNDs with such divergent programming, it is extremely rare.
Even then, among such modified HOUNDs, Nehvatka is exceptional.
In terms of structure and form, Nehvatka is the standard HOUNDbot. She stands close to seven feet at the highest peak in her shoulder
Motorcity - Morning Routine by DystopianUtahraptor, literature
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Motorcity - Morning Routine
Four-thirty in the morning was always a bit chill. Dawn usually was, even inside the Dome, but down in the Old Detroit Basin, it always seemed at least a few degrees cooler.
Not that Death minded it much, the Haitian shouldering a small pack to begin his usual morning trek to The Altar down in the bowl itself, a spot constructed crudely of chunks of concrete with the Loa veves for both Legba and Samedi scratched into the surface of a large flat piece, like a plaque. In giving offerings to both the spirits and to the ghosts that wandered the cemetery, the plateau would be approachable for the day. Which was exactly what he was after, since th
Afterburners 32 (Motority, Muck) by Bramblerose4u, literature
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Afterburners 32 (Motority, Muck)
"Hey Chuck, think you could pass me the remote?" Mike Chilton asked lazily lounging on the long couch.
The blond genius looked up from the many computer screens to face his leader and gave him an incredulous look. "You do realize the remote is right next to you, right?"
Mike just shrugged. "Didn't you tell me that I was taking the day off?"
"Yes, but-"
"-I am supposed to relax, doing… and I quote 'not move a muscle.'" Mike pointed out with a knowing smirk.
Chuck tilted his head back and groaned. "Yes, okay. Fine," he admitted and raised his arm up and pressed the tiny electronic implant in his wrist and the floating computer screen