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Breaking Down 9Religion for morphs was a weird subject. The combination of a negative initial reaction from humans of all denominations and the absolute certainty that their re-genesis was 100% due to a piece of damaged alien technology more or less precluded the concept of some kind of higher power for most morphs. This wasn’t to say that turning toward religion wasn’t entirely unheard of, just that you were extremely unlikely to ever find one in a church.
Carmen reflected on this fact as she sat in the corner of a large storage room, camouflaged, listening to a cultist sermon being given at a hastily thrown-together altar. Or trying to listen to it at least. It was really boring. She wondered if this was a common thing in religions or if this was a crazy-murder-cult exclusive.
Her earpiece suddenly crackled to life. “Fèi Lín to M.I.N.O.S. team, sound off.”
“Blix here, good to hear an update, Fèi.”
Carmen clicked a small button on her earpiece
A Trip to the Grocery StoreIt's the early evening. You've had a relaxing day off from work. It's nice to kick back and just do nothing every once and a while. And boy have you done a whole lot of nothing today. It's the best nothing you've done in a while and for some odd reason you feel a great sense of accomplishment for doing all this nothing.
Your mother calls you into the kitchen. She's already dressed for bed. "Did you drink all the milk?" she asks. You begrudgingly admit to the crime and she sighs. She opens the fridge and takes a quick inventory. "We're almost out of eggs and butter too. You might as well take a quick walk down to the store." You accept the task and quickly throw on a pair of shoes.
Before you can leave your apartment, your mother stops you. "There've been a lot of muggings around lately so I want you to take this. Just to be safe." In her hands is a switchblade knife. You're unsure where she got it, but since she does not seem like the type who would own a switchblade knife it's probabl
Breaking Down 8Juni raised her arms above her head and arched her back. She felt limber as ever having finished her stretches. She was glad for this too; she didn't expect the impending battle to be anything but difficult.
She played through the events of the night in her head over and over again. Everything had gone to hell in only a matter of minutes. It started with the cultists making their way through the streets of the city towards MPA headquarters. Anticipating a violent confrontation, Kenneth had ordered an evacuation of the area immediately surrounding the building.
It was at that time that Kenneth had sent her off with Drake to join the rest of the aerial strike team, so Juni only had secondhand accounts of what happened next. Kenneth mobilized what agents and security forces he had left to defend the streets. The plan was to hold them off as long as they could while the aerial strike team did a flyover of the army to try and pick out the leader of the army.
The team itself could have been
Tooth and Nail: Chapter 1It was a busy night.
Despite the large volume of patrons, however, the pub was relatively quiet. Everyone was too busy murmuring about the new girl who just walked in. Her hair flared outwards in such unnatural ways and her eyes were a brilliant iridescent green. She was hardly dressed appropriately; the only "top" she had on was a cloth that wrapped tightly around her chest, exposing a set of almost distractingly well-toned abdominals. Women wearing pants wasn't something entirely unheard of these days, but hers sat low on her waist, showing off more of her skin than most people would be comfortable with. No doubt a lot of the men in the bar were wondering if they should be paying for this kind of show.
She smiled as she sat at the bar and ordered herself a drink. She knew they were looking at her. It would not be difficult to get information from them.
The bartender placed a mug in front of her. She took a swig from it and stood up, prepared to work the room. She was sure that this t
Great Undivide: PROLOGUEThe single working light in the apartment cast the shadow of a glass of long-flattened amber-colored liquid upon the table. The glass belonged to one Psychic Detective Greg, working late at night filling out this paper and that. He enjoyed working at night; sure, in the apartment building he was surrounded by people on all sides, but dreams were often much better background noise for work than active thoughts.
He took a sip of the drink in front of him. Even flat, just the taste was enough to shock him awake. It was the only thing keeping him going at the moment. To anyone observing he would have seemed as alert as he possibly could, but the truth was that he had advanced far beyond the point where he found himself having to blink manually.
He had been taking quite a few of these late nights lately. While his partner had an amazing sense of perfect dramatic timing, he did manage to rack up quite the incident report and, frankly, he was unlikely to do the proper paperwork for it. So the
May 15th - May 20thMay 15th, 10:30 AM
Alright, figure I might as well start this now. I am starting this log (I guess that's what it would be) to catalogue the events of this camping trip I'm going on with a couple of my friends. It's me, Isaac, Jeff, and Jeff's cousin. I think his name is Aaron. We're driving to this site Jeff says he camps in every summer.
Truth be told, I didn't really want to go along. My therapist said I should go for it though. Told me that maybe getting out of the house would help me with my sleeping troubles. I figured I might as well give it a shot. What've I got to lose, right?
Gonna end this entry here. There's not going to be any outlets where we'll be, so I want to save my laptop's battery just for these entries.
May 15th, 9:15 PM
Spent the rest of the day setting up camp. I've only been out here a few hours but I'm already feeling better. As I type this I'm sitting in my tent just listening to the sounds outside and getting tired. As such, this'll probably be a pretty short
Breaking Down 7"Warning: Unidentified ship attempting to dock at secondary port."
Two cultists tasked with ambushing the boarding MPA agents, should they actually manage to get on board, ran down the corridor to the secondary docking port.
"Attempting lockdown of docking clamps. Warning: Virus. Docking clamp lockdown overridden."
The voice over the intercom was beginning to annoy them. It wasn't that of the station's A.I., M.I.N.O.S., but of the default alert system. The monotone female voice seemed easy on the ears at first, but very quickly became rather grating.
Thankfully the door to the secondary port soon came into view. The two cultists took positions on opposite sides of the door and began to wait and listen, just as they had been instructed to do.
They listened as the docking clamps engaged the intruding vessel. They listened as the door to the sync chamber opened.
"Warning: Graviton sync initiated."
" graviton what?" said a male voice on the other side of the door.
There was a beep, a
Tooth and Nail"Damn, is it ever good to actually be back in civilization!"
As she stretched her arms over her head, making her midriff-bearing top only seem shorter, Jake couldn't help but groan at his companion's seemingly chronic need to bring more attention to the two of them. He couldn't be too mad with her though; any amount of time spent in mortal slums is enough to make one yearn for one of the country's few big cities, especially if one had been walking through those slums for weeks carrying a heavy messenger bag like Jake had.
"I tell ya, Devaney," she continued. "Almost makes me sad that so many mortals went against the elite during the Cataclysm. Could you imagine if all the towns and cities in the world looked like this?"
There was no denying the majesty of the city. Parts of the sky were obscured by large, ornate skyscrapers that were almost dizzying to comprehend. The streets were filled with people walking to and fro, late for this or that, and even the odd automobile every now and th
Breaking Down 6Any one of the earthbound morphs would have given their left foot to fly. And why shouldn't they? You could see the whole city from up on high, and everyone below you would look like
What's the expression? Ah yes, they all look like ants.
Juni chuckled at the irony of thinking such a thing as she darted about in the air. It had been a while since she was able to fly in such a way that she didn't have any sort of constraint as to where she could go.
She looked down at the crisscrossing streets as she remembered she still had a job to do. She descended somewhat and began to fly along various, seemingly random routes, the whole time her compound eyes scanning every inch of the roads simultaneously. She couldn't help her wandering mind, however, and her thoughts once again almost immediately turned to her friends.
It had been a couple of weeks since she had really gotten the chance to see any of them. After the failure in Russia, Juni had been drafted into the MPA's aerial division.
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