Her childhood passion to go off-world continued into adulthood. Back then the only way for the working class to do it was to join Space Force as a trooper. As a new recruit she qualified for space station landings and orbiting Earth. Marcia’s last bump in rank allowed her to live in Mars barracks. Orienting…
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#FF — An edge
Supposed to be til death do they part, maybe it would have been if either would have been more tolerant; less critical. While they figured out neither were either, two sons were born. She was a lousy wife, a good mother, and a sloppy housekeeper. He was a lousy husband, a decent dad, and determined…
#FF — Yee-haw!
Uber-man dropped them at the Segway rental from the train station. Jib and Tag had been studying Segway touring routes for NYC; the map was criss-crossed in varying-colored neon highlighters. Jib spied a pub a few doors down. “Tag, let’s have one for the road first, shall we, and chit-chat the locals for any tips.”…
#FF — “Teach Me”
They say when the student is ready the master will come. For Marcia and Meg, the student came to the master, or in this case, mistress. Marcia, eighty-six years old, was homebound. Marcia was also the author of a dozen books on bdsm*. Her pinnacle tome, “On Their Knees,” was “The Bible” in some circles….
#FF — Awake
Strapped onto the bed, natural and introduced orifices maintained fluid input and output by proxy. Through the haze, I discerned their routine movements. Bright LEDs popped on, after which the metal clanking of the door lock brought their soft padding into the room. One smelled of lilacs; another of onions. They never spoke as they…
#FF — In the year 2120
Forget about Tesla and NASA — Amazon created the future with its innovations. What started out as home delivery of everything from artichokes to zithers through the public postal service morphed into a fleet-of-vans lifeline during the beginning of Covid Times a hundred years ago. These days vans are driven by AI androids called Amabots….
#FF — Just Another Day in Paradise
Just Another Day in Paradise She works until 5. He’s hitched the Siren 17 trailer to the back of his 4 cylinder truck, loads the cooler with bottles that will be icy soon, and waits. She comes home, changes from suit to shorts, tank top, and flip-flops; grabs towels, sunscreen, and tupperware filled-with-crunchies and is…
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