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We arrive at a traffic light, the road ahead of us is clear. The hum of our electric motors is lost in the other traffic noise. I lean over, looking at the other driver, a woman on a bike with similar styling to mine. "Wanna race?" I ask, watching a smile cross her face. She nods instantly and reaches forward, making a couple of adjustments to her gauge-panel.
"You'll be sorry," she responds, I can only laugh. I take position on my bike, ready to open the throttle up when the light changes. There's a pause as the lamps for the cross traffic flip from green to yellow to red. The last vehicle makes its turn and I hold my breath slightly.
The lamp turns green and we both open the throttle up. There's a deep hum underneath us as the electric motors begin to provide power again. We start off neck-in-neck but soon her bike begins to overtake mine, I can't believe what I'm
Through an Engineer's EyesThrough an Engineer's Eyes
Stepping from my workshop, I answer the door; a customer has coming to pick up his vehicle. Holographic displays pop up on our wrists and money is transferred before I open the door and let him take it. I spent several hours on it between my own projects, but he won't thank me. He waves and leaves, telling me to have a good day. I sigh slightly and look out the door of my garage, the building across the framed in the doorway. The neon sign hanging from it reads, "Sex Sex Sex!" in fuchsia letters on a black background. Gold light spills from the large windows on either side of the door, filthy words are painted on the glass.
Taking a breath, I rub the bridge of my nose, perhaps I should take walk I close the garage door and lock it, locking the side door as well, turning off my "Open" sign. The ruby-red letters and sapphire-blue boarder go dark, leaving my shop empty.
The HospitalThe Hospital
He was silent as he moved in the darkness around himself. Although he had a torch, it was off, his hand instead trailed along the wall for guidance, informing him when he came to a doorway or corner. Something popped under his right foot and he froze immediately, casting a fearful look around as he stood still. Closing his eyes, blotting out the darkness, he stood and listened, listened for something else that might have heard the noise. He was silent for a long time, standing still in the darkness for several minutes before opening his eyes and moving again. No words were uttered from his mouth but his steps were slower, more cautious, his hand continued to trail along the wall, pausing near the edge of a damaged section.
Carefully, methodically, he holstered the gun in his left hand then slowly took out his torch, taking care to be as silent as possible inside the old building. Hesitating, he looked
Early DaysEarly Days
She was silent as she watched the other children play with her knees drawn to her chest. They were all around the same age, a few varied several years either way. Some wrestled, others, mainly the youngest ones, played with toys to encourage motor skill development. She was the oldest of the group, but she stayed away from the rest, not willing to be a part of the group. Her tail swished back and forth and her violet eyes narrowed as she watched the others around her. They all hated her, it didn't matter that she was friendly; they would hate her no matter what.
One of them in particular stood out; she had raven hair like her own, but had sharply contrasting ruby eyes. She had told her she wasn't good enough, that she couldn't be like them. She hated her for it. Slowly, the wolf girl stood and pushed off the wall. She crossed the space between herself and the project in
Family ReunionFamily Reunion
She rolled over in her warm bed, smiling slightly as the orange-red glow of the sun's light fell through the western windows of her room. Gently, she pushed the blankets off herself and sat up, running a hand through her shoulder-length dirty-blond hair, brushing it from her face. She stood and ran a brush through it before beginning to dress. First she pulled on her skirt, followed by her corset/vest. Pausing, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, her deep green eyes appearing almost black, but she smiled at her reflection and resumed dressing.
Next came her leggings which came up to mid-thigh and were secured with leather belts to hold them in place; she pulled on a similar pair of gloves, although they only looped around her middle finger. They too were held on by leather tension belts, which she adjusted carefully so they'd be comfortable but not chafe. She grabbed her boots next, remember
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