Everyone knows where they were May 13th, 2018, 18:34 Coordinated Universal Time, The Day the World Screamed—the day their neighbor/their co-worker/their friend unzipped its human skin and flew up into the sky. We’d later compare them to dragonflies. The way the green-red insectoids peeled out from human flesh. The way their four giant wings fluttered …
“You okay?” asked Sven. He stirred his drink and smiled at Ingrid. She sat, cross-armed, eyeing him like a potential mugger. “It’s just coffee, relax.” “I have things to do,” she huffed. And she did–she had very important lab samples to run. This was inconvenient. She thought herself immune to frivolous things like human feelings. …
Into her black-leather high-heel boots, she slides. And her black elbow-length gloves. All whilst he smiles in his office of bullet-proof glass. He does not hear her clacking heels down his hall. But he knows… oh, he knows… The smiles melt from his devotee’s faces. They, too, sense her approaching. They mark the …
Zeit finished his painting of the dead man in the grave. He tried to end the piano sonata playing in the background, but his device didn’t register his voice. He tried to pull the cord from the outlet but it wouldn’t budge. “What is going on?” he mumbled. He tried to physically …