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Β Thornton Gombar lifted his gaze to the sky as a hovercraft zoomed over his home. Based on the rosy pink tints that adorned its exterior, Thornton surmised that the vehicle was a pleasure craft, likely filled with a small group of men and women engaging in gross debauchery as the self-driving vehicle propelled itself across the sky. The craft jerked and jolted in an arrhythmic manner as it flew to the heart of Homasoro C...
"Whoa. Where am I? How did I get here?""You're at the Yenabgon City police station."Β "Police station? Why am I at a police station? I did nothing wrong.""I know this must all seem confusing to you, Jason. It's normal to feel disoriented and confused at a time like this. Try taking slow, deep breaths."Β "Okay."Β Β "Is it helping?""I think it is.""Good."Β Β "Jason. My name is Detective Brian McLeod, and this is my partner Saul Nicholson. We just have a few ques...
Singleton Monroe had to suck in his stomach as he crept between the crates haphazardly packed into the Butcher's storage unit.Β Man, he thought sardonically. I need to lose some weight.Β However, as Monroe continued to squeeze through the metal crates and boxes, he began to give the thought some real consideration. His coat continuously caught on the pointed corners of the packa...
The terrain of Geneshtra's surface was grey, cracked, and dry. The soil crunched under Arawn's boots, the sound so resonant that it nearly drowned out the electric hum of his plasma rifle. The planet's stale, sulfuric wind caused continuous torrents of silvery dust to spurt forth from the ground, the phenomenon making it appear as if he were cloaked in a thick and impenetrable shroud of fog. Rigel's voice erupted ...
The small alarm on Jerry's Perpetual Stopwatch let off a small chirping sound. The noise was so soft that it took Jerry a full minute to wake up, but, when he did, he quickly shut it off and removed his blindfold. A barrage of white sunlight immediately assaulted his vision, and Jerry had to blink and rub his eyes until he became accustomed to it. After two weeks on the road, he had gotten used to this procedure, but that didn't make it less annoying or uncomfortable. When his vision cleared, Jerry, as usual, found himself in ...
Waters of Tisiyyon By Scott George Peter trudged through the thick, emerald waters of Lakhish River with a cautious and squeamish expression. Lakhish River was notorious for its putridity. The smell of its Balucium pollutant lingered throughout Tisiyyon, the odor of which was akin to that of spoiled milk. The smell was especially strong in Jackson, T...
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