It had been a quiet, normal day. Everyone was leading their lives with their usual excitement, which resulted in plenty of people being pretty bored. When we went partying after work, though, we saw the lights in the sky. There were these long lines of light, which shone as bright as the sun. But they faded quickly, so quickly that even a shooting star seemed to be having a leisurely stroll in the park, in comparision.
We were absolutely stumped. Noone had ever seen anything like that, and we couldn't get an answer from anyone we knew as to what it was. So, we did the most logical thing to do: we got ourselves some booze, went to the park, a
He was looking up at the blue sky, and he felt at ease.
It was so easy to get lost in his mind, he just had to let go, letting the sun wash over him, the fresh breeze of air going past, gently caressing his face with its soft touch. He let his arms slide about, the grass running through the gaps between his fingers, an occasional sunflower rubbing its blossom against the top of his fingers.
He sighed, and remembered a time in his youth, one hot summer under the large chestnut tree in the field. Always he would take his kite and go out in the back of the house, let it rise in the sky and run across the fields, laughing in delight as only a k
The shock upon connecting was always the same; even though you jacked in all the time, day after day, month after month, you never got used to it.
It starts slowly, after the jack connects; a crawling, starting at the cortex plug, slowly filling the whole of your Cerebellum. You begin to lose focus of the world around you, then, your limbs not responding to your commands any more; locked in whatever position you were on pressing the button.
After that, you can feel the tingling expanding through the rest of your brain, taking over your senses; and just in the moment where you think your brain is going to crack the case and will be spr
Someone was running across the desolate fields that stretched before the huge black structure which had been the most inspiring muse for many poets and artists. The sheer unbelievable dimensions, the idea behind it, all of it made a single man feel small and unimportant.
Some felt threatened, enclosed by this fact.
One of them, which were classified as having a disease called "domophobia", was currently following the inevitable course of his illness: trying to escape from that which threatened him. A cure for the disease was available, theoretically, but it only worked in the rarest of cases, of the cases which survived.
This one specim
The rain had been pouring down a little oven an hour now, after suddenly arriving from nowhere. People were huddling themselves beneath the overcasts of the surrounding buildings, much to the rejoice of street-level café owners. Other citizens who weren't lucky enough to have time to spare were maneuvering the streets, hiding under the hoods of waterproof clothing, or, in rare instances, the slightly yellow shimmer of an EnviroProtec field.
Leaning against the cool, antique stone of the cathedral in the nearing dusk, a man had no intention of moving, but rather watched the crowd flowing around him intently. He had thrust his hands in the po
"This thing is a bit complicated", Aaron muttered, "I really don't quite know if I can break it.."
"Shut the fuck up and do it, we're knee-deep in shit already!"
"Alright, alright, keep your pants on..."
"Private Coldwell, follow your orders if you want your sorry ass to live long enough to regret!"
"Sir, yes, sir!"
Aaron went on, trying to disengage the hydraulic locks from the doors blocking their path. He had looked at the locking mechanism quickly and found no way to do a acceptable mechanical override if he wasn't able to hack the electronics. And tapping into advanced Dom electronic locks was not the easiest task.
He turned a corner, hoping to buy some time from his pursuers, and sped along the alleyway in front of him. Sharp metallic steps could be heard behind him, rather like hoofs clappering among cobble. He seriously wished it were hoofs, as horses aren't really dangerous. But they were still a bit away, he could make it.
The rain was pounding heavily on the roofs around him, adding to the monstrous sound of the steps.
Comparing the alley to a trail in the woods would be a serious insult to nature. Someone seems to make a living of going up and down through the alley, randomly kicking a few full trashcans around. The ground was littered with