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Diamond RainRain, falling like millions of little diamonds, scattering neon light everywhere. The patter on the car's roof and Mona's classical music fighting to drag me into sleep. Two years and I still haven't gotten used to water from the sky. Two years . . . I don't look up much anymore. I don't like to remember that place.Diamond Rain
The car door swings open and Jimi climbs in, bringing with him the acrid smell of acid rain. Chips and sodas all around, energy food for the long, long wait until we get the call to go. Eddie in the front seat like a rock, not moving, barely, breathing, but then cyborgs only breath out of habit. Mona rocks her head si
by ~XenoSolii
DefrostThey tell you, sitting in a too-bright waiting room, that the muscles will regenerate and that the nerves will recover over time; they tell you that twitch in your leg is only temporary. They tell you a lot of things to reassure you as you stare into those too-bright, sterile lights and try to keep from retching up your stomach. Six months in cold sleep, six months and six light years, more or less, and they tell you everything will be okay in a the drab monotone of someone who has given this speech a thousand times to a thousand clones of you, and you stagger out into the cold, too-bright, sterile corridor and ignore the rows of gurneys carrDefrost
by ~XenoSolii
The Emerald LadyWaves crashing far below, the sound of teeth tearing at foundations of an empire. The castle had stood a thousand years and, even if it took all the blood and all the bone of all the peoples of the empire to shore up its base, the castle would stand a thousand more. * Waves crashing far below, blue sky up above, the racous cry of seagulls begging for food, diving and wheeling to catch crackers tossed by a girl's hand. She laughs at their acrobatics, at the deadly seriousness with which the sea birds fight over little pieces of stale bread. The breeze whistles through her long black hair, catches up the emerald ribbon holding it tiThe Emerald Lady
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Nicky's StoryThere was a little café, a closet with low tables along one wall and a lunch counter along the other. Sandwiches and burgers, chips and fries, soda and coffee, eggs and toast. Open 24 hours with a stable of regulars who came in two or three, maybe five times a week and always ordered the same things, who knew the staff and were known in turn. A blue collar place of minimum wage slaves and bulk programmers, people living lives no one would want and surviving only because they didn’t honestly believe in a possibility of anything better.Nicky's Story
Nicole’s Café – Nicky’s – owned by a broken down ex-cor
by ~XenoSolii
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