Stories tagged “Fetus”

  • Gestation

    The ship displayed itself on all of the Jumbotrons and all of the network screens within a thirty-meter radius or so. The disruption was noticed, and most activity in the city square was suddenly halted, replaced with chatter and people pointing at the...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • An Endeavor

    The first thing I noticed about Fetus when we exited through the side door was how impossibly pale she was, especially considering how strong the UV rays given off at the bar were—even her hair was white. It contrasted rather starkly with the dark en...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • An Abridged Biography

    Acrylic took a deep breath. “Some time ago, MegaCorp executed a new research program into neurocomputational interfaces, ostensibly for the enhancement and betterment of the computational experience and of mankind as a whole. As I am sure that yo...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Failure

    Acrylic drank deeply from the faded mug. The decal, which read “MORAL CODE” along with some lines of programming language, was highly scratched. “The procedures were…” He searched his databanks for the correct word. “…...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Lethologica

    “Project Lethologica,” Acrylic breathed. “My parents owed MegaCorp a debt that couldn’t be repaid on the corporation’s time,” Fetus continued. Her continued monotone was downright spine-chilling. “MegaCorp deci...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Harvest

    “In our combined forays into the labyrinth that is the MegaCorp mainframe,” Acrylic recounted, “we were successfully able to pilfer the details of Lethologica.” His face grew grim. “Abductees by MegaCorp’s hand were ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • You In?

    “The last time anybody tried to break into MegaCorp HQ,” Fetus dryly informed us in her creepy, even monotone, “it was the TLF versus the corporate goons.” “The Techno-Liberation Front?” I asked. “Their best, b...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Toys

    If we were going to pull this job off, we were going to need help; namely, two specific kinds of help: Tech support and weapons support. I’d mentioned that I had weapons stashed at my backup pad, but Acrylic reminded me of our earlier encounter a...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • We Now Interrupt Your Regularly-Scheduled Programming…Sort Of

    I pushed past Hard Drive, Acrylic and Fetus in tow, and quickly made my way into the short corridor that led to the Council Room. The thick, rectangular metal door was a drab grey-green; I burst it open, emerging in the midst of the current meeting. I ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • …Wait for It…

    “A virtual curtain had inadvertently been revoked,” Acrylic explained, “and I seized the opportunity to ambulate around the inner workings of the MegaCorp systems. I was appalled beyond words. At this point, there was no uncertainty i...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Plans

    “This,” C:\ declared, “is the War Room.” “It’s a maintenance closet,” Shortcut interrupted. “This,” C:\ reïterated, “is the War Room. Virus, the plans.” Virus cleared off the table and ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Backdoor

    “What?” C:\ asked, incredulously voicing the question the rest of us were asking internally. “The building schematics were in a relatively unprotected location among the MegaCorp internal network. There exists a section of the sewage ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Walla Walla

    “In forty-five minutes,” continued C:\, “a group of us is going to gather up everything that they need and is going to break into MegaCorp Headquarters. They are going to hack and slag MEPHISTO.” As he said this, the gathered Sc...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Radio Armenia

    “Radio Armenia,” Acrylic breathed, his voice quiet in wonder. Terminal screens and blinking lights were clustered in the side room. Too many cables to count snaked and wormed their ways to and from all the screens, computer units, servers, ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Chamber

    As we made progress through the tunnel, we could just barely make out the faint clatter and thud of the sewer door closing. We came out the pipe when it emerged into a small depository designed for waste trolleys to dump their contents in. Metal footho...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 8 years ago.
  • Two Hundred

    The guard was quickly knocked out while I took the droid out of commission with the sabretaser. The jolt threw the droid into diagnostic mode, which only lasted a few dozen seconds. It was all the time, however, that Fetus needed. She removed the indus...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 8 years ago.
  • A Brief Respite

    Those of us who had run paused at the door. I could see the concentration written all over Acrylic’s face—hacking through various networks as he came within virtual earshot, dropping them as we left. I had no idea how he managed. “Gotta g...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 8 years ago.
  • Going Up

    Acrylic shifted to a neutral standing position, apparently staring off at the wall. It seemed as though he were just standing there, but I knew he was going through networks like a nanotube blade through concrete. I glanced over at Fetus, who was busy ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • The Brains Behind the Operation

    “Give us one exemplary reason as to why we ought not,” challenged Acrylic. The man, his hands up in mock surrender, sidestepped closer to us. He seemed to look pensive for a brief moment, but then he just shrugged his shoulders. “I ca...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted over 7 years ago.
  • A Flare for the Macabre

    As Fetus dealt with the machines with a ferocity I’d not expected out of her, I noticed the faint scoring the lasers dealt the glass. Remembering why we had come, I ducked the attempt of one of the automatons to kill me as Acrylic produced a dead...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • Going Up, Again

    As Acrylic got out his grappling-gun, I tried to change the subject. “So why don’t you think you can see the plans anymore?” Turning his face me, he explained, “It is my belief that MegaCorp has at last detected our intrusion—...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • Damage

    We struggled to get our bearings after our heads popped out of the vent shaft like prairie dogs in the night. A flutter of several lights off to the side caught our attention; the humming, hissing, and whirring noises told us these were maintenance bot...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 7 years ago.
  • Going Down

    “Oh no, Fetus, can you fix him?!” Suddenly, the mission seemed doomed. This was the first time panic had caused the rush of adrenaline to flood my capillaries. Something on the roof beeped. A machine began to whir. “No time!” I ...

  • Fire Escape

    Acrylic, bewildered, looked around nervously. Fetus’ now-gloved hand remained at her ear. “What?” she demanded, unusual emotion coloring her voice. “Why?” Frustrated, she glanced our way. “Hard Drive says meet them a...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted almost 7 years ago.
  • Sacrifice

    “Drones, 4 o’clock.” Fetus announced. She ducked while I aimed over her back, but the sabre taser did not warm up. “Crap!” “Chips are wiped,” Fetus calmly intoned. “What do we do?!” “Duck.R...