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Showpiece Part One by ~EmmyIsAZebra

Jukebox Cafe A string of bells jingled obnoxiously against the glass door as Hugh entered the Jukebox Café, and the first thing he noticed was the pepless fan rotating just enough to move the hot air and smell of grease from one side of the restaurant to the other. No one came for the food, or at least that’s what he assumed upon sight of the sticky red tablecloths and French fries that speckled the checkered floor. That and the fact that he was the only soul in sight.
He walked up to the bar and squinted at a sign asking customers to “Please seat yourself or ring for service.” What kind of café required its customers to ring a bell for service? Not sure if there was an employee in the place, he rang it despite the sheen applied by dirty hands, and the shrill sound barely cut through an old tune produced by the jukebox in the corner.
Jukebox Cafe by ~illuminara

The Apocalypse, or: A Mundane Love Story Cross-legged, Jude popped open the lid of his little candy dispenser to reload it and briefly glanced at the falling sky. The universe was coming to an end without putting up much of a fight, and for the most part people, at least small-town folk like him and Marion and Tess and George and Olaf, and all the other guys and gals presently sitting in their homes with their loved ones, waiting it out, weren't either. All had said their last goodbyes, had made amends or fought their last fights, had taken out the garbage for mom without a peep or had, just once, did what they told their wife they were going to do the moment the subject came up.

The Apocalypse, or: A Mundane Love Story by *SgtPossum

I don't believe in angels: Ch1 Part 1. I Don’t Believe in Angels.

Chapter I
In the beginning, there was fire.
-Characters in this story are anthropomorphic cats-

It was another day at the lab, bit of a boring day really. I was in the R&D division, and I work there with two other people. There was gage; he has pitch black fur and dark blue eyes. Pulled of the lab coat look rather brilliantly I think. He had that burly look to him, probably could be mistaken for a bad brute if you didn’t know him. I know him quite well though; after all I’m I don't believe in angels: Ch1 Part 1. by ~MikeWazoski771

Atlas: Prelude to SleepThe head’s-up display reads o-four thirty.
Our thrusters engage and we peel from the dock
With the alacrity of an overfed tick,
Fat with fresh hands and radioactive blood.
Inertia takes the wheel, cloaked in grudging electric moans.
Four thirty one, we penetrate the veil of eternity;

I take a sip of coffee in celebration.

First Contact Station: Thirteen is a star-lit pinecone in the rearview.
Every deck is full-bright, pumped to watch the Earth rise.
“Grand Central Station,” the kid calls her,
Even though she was just another backwater in a long line
Before the nest-egg’s heat lamp went cold.
To me, she&rsquoAtlas: Prelude to Sleep by *SovereignSin

The Literate, PrologueThe ancient and usually dim forest depths were alive with colors this Autumn, a vast panoply of brilliant reds, fervent yellows and dazzling oranges proudly displayed to one and all against the muted backdrop of grayish browns and mossy greens as though a master artist had been given free reign with brush and canvas, but all of this beauty was wasted on the young boy running through its vivid splendor, not from some intrinsic deficiency of soul that inured him to the grandiose vista laid out all around him, but because he was being pursued.
Through thicket and clearing, across mud and over rock, and faster than he'd ever sped before all the wThe Literate, Prologue by ~LooNEY-DAC

The Broken Clock Project: Chapter 1 by ~BrokenClockProject

Chapter Three It's Dangerous To Go Alone by ~MelonLord1

Apartment 301Apartment 301

Blue smoke hung gloomily over the north side, pouring out of refineries which had nearly become obsolete not so long ago, in the good old days. Gord Bondarchuk had lived in Edmonton all his seventy-two years, and he could remember a time when fusion power was coming to save the day, when hover cars had begun to crisscross the sky, and when space planes were fast becoming the best and safest way to travel. He could not for the life of him, however, remember a time when living on any one of the little offshoots of 118th Avenue was not miserable and intimidating.

Gord sat in his ancient rocking chair—the one he kept hiddeApartment 301 by *SgtPossum

The Giants“Are you afraid? I’m afraid.” Vivian looked back over her shoulder and smirked. She wasn’t sure if he could see her well. The station was dimly lit, like candles had been placed on the floor. The lights overhead were more useful in illuminating the bug corpses stuck in the lighting covers than actually lighting the way. The walls looked like rough grayish white stone, with all the crevices highlighted in shadow. Scared, but not for the same reason.
“Maybe.”
Her eyebrows fell. “Come on. We’re almost there.” She broke into a jog, and then pushed into a run. The thing in her coat pocket banThe Giants by ~ParadoxFable

Chapter Two What's in a Name? by ~MelonLord1

Technology's Children Part 1

All rights reserved. Technology’s Children © 2012 J.D. Night Ghobhadi

DO NOT REPRODUCE ANY PART OF THIS AS YOUR OWN. PLEASE DO NOT DOWNLOAD!

Yes, read the description first!

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Technology’s Children

(Or Mechanical Offspring)
By J.D. Night Ghobhadi
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A tale of Humans & Technology

Dedicated to:

Kat, for literally spoon feeding me the idea. Your snark is always appreciated, even if no one else quite gets it.

River, for suggesting the wonderful title (all credit goes to you) and showing excellent enthusiasm in the story. Thanks,Technology's Children Part 1 by ~JDNight

A Troubled MindRaven fussed over the damage done to her poor ship as she carefully maneuvered the cube, fuel, extra matter, a camera complete with battery, and constantly refilled pales of water, while repairing what she could with her diminishing deuterium supply. She was glad to have become so innately familiar with the inner workings of the ship earlier; as technotelepathy only worked on parts of a machine was still intact, not completely missing or ruined components which, much to her frustration,was far more common than not.

The engineers hadn't expected her to really follow through in helping with the repairs as much as she was. Installing the advaA Troubled Mind by ~lawabidingcitizen101

Chapter One. Present Day. Pres by ~MelonLord1

Flight of a Feather- Prologue

Prologue

I sat on the concrete and watched the cars drive by. Rain splattered my face and knees. Pulling them closer I tugged at the raincoat around my shoulders. The wind buffeted my face, whipping my hair in it’s icy breath.
The bus was three hours late. By this stage, I knew it wasn’t coming, but I had no choice but to wait in the dark for another to come along. I had no other way out of the city.
Beep beep. My phone buzzed from the inner pocket I’d put it in, to protect it from the rain.
I flicked the lid open and opened the message. My heart was pounding, could it be him? I read through the cracked screen.
Run. My gFlight of a Feather- Prologue by ~Writing-with-heart

-72 Hours 49 Minutes 23 Seconds by ~BrokenClockProject

N4 :ANNIHILATION:

links to parts 1 and 2 here N4 :GENESIS: N4 :A NEW LEVEL:

N4 : ANNIHILATION :
PART THREE
-Ok, this is either a bad dream or the start of the weirdest porno ever-
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Tak, Clint and Neil follow the blinking light on their maps through the city streets. Behind them, the sun had slid behind the horizon leaving them in twilight. They had followed the signal for nearly a mile, wondering what was waiting for them at the other end.
They had pooled their knowledge of the armor, and now had a rough idea of how to operate it. They had figured out that the helmet could be retracted into the collar, giving some much needed fresh air. A little while ago, theirN4 :ANNIHILATION: by ~ChaosZero460

Another Day, Another C-Note by ~OdinsBeadHall

Doyle's SecretThe wails of sirens pierced the air as Doyle walked down the street. He looked up, watching idly as three police cars sped past him, going far past the speed limit that citizens were allowed to drive.

The young man shrugged and put his earphone back in his ear, brushing aside his sandy blonde hair in order to insert the earpiece. He continued home through the maze of mostly grey, sleek buildings, taking the long, winding route through the city.

Finally, he unplugged his earbuds as he walked up to the concrete steps of his building. Like most of the residential buildings in this part of town, the apartment building was several stories high aDoyle's Secret by *Creativity-Squared

Nullification - Part 1Same day, same routine. It got old on day one. Twisting bolts, tightening pipes, testing valves, it was like déjà vu all over again. Tirelessly, I stretched for my polished chrome wrench and keyed it to the loose rusty nut on the panel. Putting my shoulder into every declining turn of my arm, I heard the sonorous creaks of the metal subsiding. Eventually the bolt resisted against my strength. It was in place. I stood tall with my wrench in hand, mopped my forehead and observed the ornate machinery in front of me. This machine was worth more than my monthly pay, I reflected carefully. A mere screw up and I could be thrown out on Nullification - Part 1 by =Matsudarias

A.I. Chapter 15 and 16 by =Metarex12

After We Lost Him by ~FragmenteDreams

BrinstonBrinston was ablaze under the withering fire from the seven destroyers and light cruisers that hammered the city from above. Already, most of the defense towers had been reduced to smoking ruins. Fires rages all across the skyline as the Vladayus defenders tried to hold back the onslaught of the unknown army that had been deposited into the city. The hostile infantry was backed by multi-gun batteries that walked on five spiderlike legs. Slow gunboats from both the local garrison and the assailants strafed targets everywhere, but only the invaders have anything that could fire back at the gunboats with any sort of effectiveness. The demolBrinston by ~lawabidingcitizen101

A.I. Chapter 13 and 14 by =Metarex12

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