Stories tagged “mech”
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World War Mech
It stared with tagging our dogs with microchips, then our children, then the elderly. It evolved into drug dealers able to electronically hit pleasure sensors, gamers no longer needing computers, just a jack. Then a wireless microchip. When the Supreme...
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Water Proofing
Janson woke up, looked around and realized he was still alive. He touched his face, his scalp, his neck. All parts were there. He did a quick scan. Internet was up, all systems working. How? Surely he had short-circuited! He remembered everything going...
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Break From the Monotony
The last thing on Violet’s mind was history, least of all the homogenized, corporation-influenced history Mr. Krumb was droning on about in front of the class. Everyone knew it was a joke, but what choice did they have. If the real government cou...
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Handle with care.
Click, Clack, BOOM I want to meet the man who thought of making a mech-sized shotgun, thought Johnson, unloading both chambers and turning an enemy squad into a mess of blood and bone chips. “WHO THE HELL ARE WE LOOKING FOR, WAY OUT HERE, SIR?...
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Mass Exodus and Brief Encounter
Their conversation stopped short as the real Violet came sprinting into the hall, her second hand Chucks squeaking on the linoleum. One hand on the fire alarm she stared at her friend and the mech with her. For a brief instant she seemed to stare into ...
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Hard Choices in a Hard World
Rae’s eyes darted between the kids gathering at the buses and the now vacant school yard. On the far side of the yard lay the drainage ditch, trash-strewn path to freedom. Even through the metallic tang of her mech voice the hesitancy came throug...
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Nothing Out There
Rae’s eyes drifted back across the gorge, at first vacant, then slowly overcome with a vague resolve, “Scan your memory banks and available data. What’s on the other side of the gorge, past the barrens?” After a brief delay the ...
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Burning, Burning, Burning for You
Rae sulked. Violet stood motionless in the night, able in her mechanical way to wait patiently for her point to be made. From within she detected humming, a melody so ancient her immediate data banks didn’t contain the reference. With a melanchol...