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He didn’t resist when the drones came. There was no point. The evidence would’ve been absolute—the mimic script, the data echo, the time-stamped credentials of his mother’s clearance key…
Black Seeds
The Earth had burned behind them—its atmosphere shredded by solar storms, its oceans swallowing what remained of proud, naive cities. There were no survivors. Other than the 200.
Escape From Death Row
The air in Jamar Phillips’ cell hung thick as old soup—buzzing with heat, stinking of rusted blood, mold, and sweat-slicked fear.
The One Who Hears The World Speak
The cold of cryosleep clung to her bones like ancestral grief, stiffening her joints and quieting her breath.
Chapter One: No Choo Choo For You
By the time I see her, the day’s already gone sideways. She just ain’t realized it yet.
ENTER THE VOID // a return from horizon
Your first memories after death are going to be a little hazy. You shouldn’t worry too much over that; shouldn’t expect too much of yourself. The Void takes pieces from everyone on the journey over. It’s a part of the process.