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IMAGINE YOU ARE Robert Paglino. That’s Right. I must have been about eight or nine years old when it happened. I can’t say I remember much. I mean I was just a little kid. But there are some moments in life that impress your brain permanently, and you remember some of the most vivid details. […] Continue reading →

“No- please- stop…” I whimper as another leg jams into my stomach and I try to swallow the digested bit of peanut butter and honey sandwich that rises up into my mouth. I want to cry, but what’s the point? I’ve cried enough over the years to know that it wont’s work. Nothing works. They […] Continue reading →

We were all on edge. There wasn’t a personality among us that was in possession of any particular fondness for Siri Keeton. But still. . . it was hard — impossible even. We felt mostly guilt. Michelle and Sascha for their part in releasing the oxygen into the chamber. The gas was toxic to the scramblers.   […] Continue reading →

SHW HIM, the captain says. A lesson that cuts through years of living, cuts through genetic programming… but Siri isn’t fully human. No one here is. It is something he should be able to understand. He stands in my chambers and watches the scramblers on the screen. “Is this an execution? Is this a, a […] Continue reading →

Imagine you are Amanda Bates: “I don’t know the reason yet why I woke before the others.  Something to do with instinct I guess.” You are somewhat privy to being undead.  Something about the immortality is enticing.  So, from your coffin you emerged.  An eerie silence lies in the cabin of Theseus.  Maybe it was […] Continue reading →

I come out of blindsight.  I find myself talking, making public announcements.  Backups engaged.  Nav offline.  Starboard afferents offline. I cut the alarm I’d been singing.  Check diagnostics, take an instant to assimilate all data.  Rorschach’s attack: the jailbreak, the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Prologue: Page 1 and 2 It had happened again, pain beyond pain, me having the shit beat out of me just because I was different. The names, the constant names being yelled at me before I was even hit, Siri told me later that they kept them up while I was being beat, but the […] Continue reading →

I was never very good with words. Of course I was only 8 years old at the time. Oh those were the days. Certainly not good ones, but I suppose today’s are not much better. At least we were friends … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Of course Sarasti gets to stay behind.  Of course the expendables get to go into the horrific electromagnetic deathtrap that is Rorschach.  We’re all crammed into the shuttle looking like fat people trying on too-small sweaters, but at least we were … Continue reading → Continue reading →