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General Kane sat at the head of the table under the flickering fluorescent bulbs. Time wore out their components, but replacements were blown out of Read more…

This evening, Mack was fortunate enough to be chewing on a deep fried vermin, likely a rat, maybe not. Standing alone they leaned against a concrete pillar in the food court enjoying the earthy spices that flavored the meat. Around them Galleria Valley bustled with activity from the penthouses to the markets. Mack had earned the fried treat and relished eating something that wasn’t grown in a vat. It wasn’t easy for an unlicensed kid to reliably earn credits, but Mack thought they’d finally cracked the code…

Wade sat on a barstool in Crocket, Stills, and Nash, the finest bar in the whole space station. At least in Wade’s opinion, which was Read more…