The clock in her apartment read 7:30, and it was already dark outside. Luna needed to get ready. The house had seemed so empty without Marco around. She hadn’t had so much as a single visitor since that hunter had come by. Not even him, she thought wistfully. She took out her bright red lipstick,… Continue reading XIX Luna
Author: Titus Alexander
XVIII Gram
Failure, why did you even try? He’s probably dead, and it’s all your fault. It isn’t my fault, it isn’t my responsibility, I did the best I could, it isn’t my responsibility. You don’t actually believe that, do you? You piece of shit. It was dark. Gram’s eyes were closed. Laying restlessly in bed. The… Continue reading XVIII Gram
XVII Malcolm
Sitting in his well-appointed office, Malcolm found himself in a break between meetings. He pulled out the folder on his hunt for Marco. He had disappeared, but by all accounts, he was just your typical lower city thug, which meant one thing—he was at a hunted “shelter,” glorified feeding pens. As a shelter, you could… Continue reading XVII Malcolm
XVI Alex
Looking over the railing, Marco could feel the wind on his face. Funny, looking down at everything from up there. Those little square patches where people lived and died, fucked and cried, it all seemed silly. Feeling a soft warmth squeezing his arm, he looked over at his companion and decided he liked that view… Continue reading XVI Alex
Gram XV
Gram walked speedily through the streets, weaving through the after work rush fluidly as he overtook them. Normally he felt exhausted after he finished his shift, but today was different. He could hear the distant chirping of birds. There was a certain beauty in the way the haze refracted dusk’s light giving the air a… Continue reading Gram XV
XIII Gram XIV Marco and Luna
Gram stood in front of the door. It had been a week since he had left an inebriated Marco to sleep it off. It was after work, and he had hoped by now Marco’s daily revelry would have calmed down, at least enough for him to remember a single bloody conversation. He knocked at the… Continue reading XIII Gram XIV Marco and Luna
XI Eli & XII Lioncourt
The carriage looked opulent, but Eli would have appreciated if more work had been put into the heating system as he rubbed his hands together. It had been the most expensive looking carriage he was able to book. Always lead with a good foot forward. The meeting had to go well. If he could get… Continue reading XI Eli & XII Lioncourt
The Great Uninventions
What are the prime factors of the number 4029024443608723347516445192808189472887297972844919394406678174087690091529522993441652278453905702637716052509821382938153046395969188607671858225369520? That is a question whose answer was solved to great and horrible consequences. In the old days, there was a time when technology flowed freely throughout the classes. Rich and poor would spend hours with their faces glued to various illuminated display screens. Information, games,… Continue reading The Great Uninventions
X Gram
“Alright, buddy, listen to me.” Gram was almost finished with his second bottle of wine (still couldn’t taste the leather) and yet managed to speak as clearly as with the first glass. His speech, if nothing else, merely accelerated. He went over details and contingencies and counter-contingencies and counter-counter-counter-contingencies. Every time he came up with… Continue reading X Gram
IX Malcolm
Malcolm watched out the window of the carriage as the gas lamps that lined the streets began to be lit, illuminating the city with cones of warm light. Upper Elysia was kept immaculate by the small army of guarantee workers in grey robes. They kept their heads low, scrubbing at masonry and picking up cigarette… Continue reading IX Malcolm
Homo Economicish 