"When does it begin?" the nymph asked, her eagerness subdued in a gentle voice.
"Any moment now," came the reply, as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind. A warm breath sent a shiver down the petite youth's spine, as her companion blushed a little at his awkwardness.
Before she could reply, a streak of bright light flashed across the sea of stars above, as a pair of smiles revealed the stargazers' awe. Soon another flashed, and another, until the shooting stars lit the entire sky.
"And this is only the beginning..." he continued, gazing ever skyward...
12.14.2007
12.13.2007
099: travelers
Leaning against the mossy boulder, the young woman smiled as the breeze tousled about her chin-length, chestnut hair. Raising an elegantly-crafted mechanical arm to brush the bangs from her eyes, she could she the white tips of waves in the distance. Beside her, a small kitten purred, curled-up in slumber and hidden amidst the tall grasses. A hand of soft skin reached down to run fingers through the fur, as the young woman chuckled at her companion.
In the distance, a pair of robotic wanderers were drawing closer. Patiently the nymph waited, waving at the familiar travelers...
In the distance, a pair of robotic wanderers were drawing closer. Patiently the nymph waited, waving at the familiar travelers...
12.12.2007
098: fear
Cowering in the shadows, the man in business attire whimpered, his wide eyes illuminated by a single strip of light. A leather briefcase fell to the paved ground, as a hollow, cackling voice echoed in the alleyway.
"Remember me, good sir?"
From a creeping shadow came forth a scarred hand, wrapped in bandages soaked with blood and other fluids. Reaching for the briefcase, the shadow knelt before the older gentleman, moving with a mockery of grace.
"It seems you've dropped something, good sir..." came the cackle once more. "It would be a shame if something happened to it, good sir..."
"Remember me, good sir?"
From a creeping shadow came forth a scarred hand, wrapped in bandages soaked with blood and other fluids. Reaching for the briefcase, the shadow knelt before the older gentleman, moving with a mockery of grace.
"It seems you've dropped something, good sir..." came the cackle once more. "It would be a shame if something happened to it, good sir..."
12.11.2007
097: newspaper
Cautiously sipping his morning tea, Bernard nonchalantly took a seat at the small kitchen table, picking-up the scattered remains of the newspaper in hopes of finding employment. As his eyes darted across the pages, one particularly curious advertisement caught his attention:
Wanted: four other robots with strong sense of justice. Must have the ability to merge with a fifth robot into a giant mechanical hero. For more information, contact...
Slowly, Bernard placed the newspaper down onto the wooden table surface. Setting the cup of still-steaming tea on his lap, he began to wonder...
Was he a robot, too?
Wanted: four other robots with strong sense of justice. Must have the ability to merge with a fifth robot into a giant mechanical hero. For more information, contact...
Slowly, Bernard placed the newspaper down onto the wooden table surface. Setting the cup of still-steaming tea on his lap, he began to wonder...
Was he a robot, too?
12.10.2007
096: bounty
The torrent had ceased. Stepping-out from the outcropping, the stranger in a long coat and wide-brimmed hat turned skyward. A chuckle escaped from some part of him, though his face seemed frozen in contemplation. Scratching his chin, the stranger returned his attention to the ground, hiding under the black halo around his crown.
Sure enough, the footprints were still preserved, even in the mud. Even in the distance, what little could be seen hinted at their preservation amidst the downpour.
The stranger smiled, returning gloved hands to his pockets. There was still time, as he started to walk...
Sure enough, the footprints were still preserved, even in the mud. Even in the distance, what little could be seen hinted at their preservation amidst the downpour.
The stranger smiled, returning gloved hands to his pockets. There was still time, as he started to walk...
12.09.2007
095: feline
Perched on the windowsill, the feline stared out into the early morning haze, hoping to see beyond the condensation upon the glass. With much deliberation, the impatient kitten leaped down onto the cool hardwood floor below, landing gracefully. In the adjoining room, he spied the young woman with chin-length hair and a glowing mechanical arm, sitting at a small table and tinkering with electronic equipment. As nimbly as possible, the feline bounded from the floor to her warm, inviting lap, purring loudly to divert attention from the inventor's machinations.
Gentle metal fingertips, thwarting his plan, lulled him to sleep...
Gentle metal fingertips, thwarting his plan, lulled him to sleep...
12.08.2007
094: bomb
Every jerking movement of the second hand brought another bead of sweat upon his brow. Hands working diligently, independent of the trembling eyes above, he started to feel threads of consciousness snap away; fingertips free of his own control continued about their task.
The dim glow of digital displays shifting frantically from screen to screen forced him into a hypnotic state, the anxious affect giving way to a meditative, almost vacant stare. Wires had been pried from beneath cables, severed with mechanical precision, and yet the flashes of numbers still burst onto the screen.
In one second, the world ended.
The dim glow of digital displays shifting frantically from screen to screen forced him into a hypnotic state, the anxious affect giving way to a meditative, almost vacant stare. Wires had been pried from beneath cables, severed with mechanical precision, and yet the flashes of numbers still burst onto the screen.
In one second, the world ended.
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