Sane-Intolerant

Royce had always felt as though he hadn’t had a particularly remarkable life. For the majority of his childhood he and his family lived in France, before moving to the morph city on the east coast of the United States. There, he went to high school and did moderately well in college, but when the time came to find a career he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with himself. Throughout the years, he had been taking self-defense classes and done fairly well for himself. He decided that maybe it was worth a shot to become a professional fighter, enter himself in mixed martial arts tournaments and the like. Unfortunately, this did not p

Religion 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

It'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 ta

Juni 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

It 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 ba

The 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

May 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

"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 posi

"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 Catacly

Any 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