Stories tagged “gas”
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A Kind of Decent Proposal
“Soylent gas is people?” Josh asked. “Ugh.” “Yeah. I mean, it’s not even very efficient. You can’t run an army on a few truckloads of people.” Fox fired one more time, then started to jog around the build...
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Acceptance
“You mean after all the time we’ve spent talking about this exact kind of thing, you still have to ask? So long as you don’t expect me to change my name to Jerry Can too soon.” Josh said with a chuckle. “Spoilsport,”...
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Scare Tactics
“But you can’t just ‘secure the area’ forever,” Josh said. “People are going to notice the empty houses sooner or later. Friends and relatives are going to come looking.” “By then, spin control will be in...
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Boom
“It isn’t as simple as Autobots and Decepticons, unfortunately. Like I said, I work for bad people. They’re only the good guys because the bad guys are worse than them.” Fox said, clearly not happy with the situation. “The...
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Chopper Babe Work Around
With a growing sense of practice that disturbed eve her, Marisa scanned the horizon then made a perimeter search around the old gas station. A jackrabbit skitted off into the bushes as she rounded the back but little else broke up the monotony of deser...
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Chopper Babe Loses Hog
The Tucson sun dropped beneath a vista of spiny cacti and craggy rocks when Marisa reached the base of Mount Lemmon. The Harley carried her many miles down the Catalina highway, but the fuel gauge still read a white bar or two. She gazed up at the remo...
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Offered Help Already Taken, Chopper Babe Style
Between the narrow set headlights Marisa could make out a distinctive grill. Two gangly youths clambored out of the Jeep, making slightly more dramatic jumps to the pavement than absolutely necessary. They approached the bike, and she slid around the o...
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It's a Gun's Life
And as if being turned into the gun of a robot that used to be my car wasn’t bad enough, when my captor was assigned guard duty at a refinery it was even worse. It wasn’t a petroleum refinery. They would herd people into small cells with me...
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Trigger Event
There was plenty of fighting. I was fired a lot. I did my best to try to hold my fire, or miss, or whatever, but like I said, it only used my brain. The part of it that processed visuals, I guess. As long as I could see, he could shoot at what I was se...
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Curtain Call
The waiting attendants hovered near the opening of the hangar, waiting for the scheduled arrival. Inside the bay there was air, breathable atmosphere; outside of it, the cold, hard vacuum of space. The hangar doors were open, a blue glow surrounding th...