Ross tapped his mask, invoking a pop-up in the lower right of his view. Ten percent and dropping. Ross uttered a short curse. He should have checked it before he left for work this morning. As it was,

Take some time to read both of these - the original post that motivated me to write this: And the passionate response here: I haven't been here long, only 135 days. That's 36% of a year. In that

Image Credit - Bogan scratched his wrist, pulling up the bandage crusted with dried blood. It was his mark, the chineoid blessing so he may travel between zones, feeding the collective. Feeling the shifting

Today's post is an excerpt from my writing notebook - a glimpse into a city where aliens are commonplace. Working at тупики wasn't bad, just providing enough credit flow to make the bills go away. At least

Today's post is an excerpt from my writing notebook - a simple vignette that lives in a world I'm working on... I hated being goggled in for any length of time, but that was the deal. Even with the fancy

Today's post is an excerpt from my writing notebook - a glimpse into a city where aliens are commonplace. It was an okay job, I guess. The guys in the back of the house knew how to work hard, but they

I don't know where came from. It was during one of those moves, the kind that took me to a new place with unfamiliar faces and rooms the wrong size. Unpacking and unwrapping, kicking empty boxes across

Alex reached out a trembling hand to the roaring waterfall. They had taken it, his dry place. He had fought, kicked and screamed for help, but it never came. He washed the blood off of his hand, multiple

Show time. Myles walked over to Alan's office, rapping softly on the open door. "Come. Ah, the shorts are ready, yes?", Alan distractedly waved Myles in to a seat, sipping a latte from a tall

SuccINCt believed in supplying their creative team with the best equipment possible. Twin monitors at every workstation, custom keyboards, cutting-edge editing software and trendy ergonomic chairs with

Myles was lost in a crowd. Faceless bodies pushed past and buffeted him with elbows and hands. He had to make it to the computer terminal before the timer ran out. Shoving through to the sidewalk, facing

Mondays were filled with meetings and status reviews, queues of anxious coders and designers starting their first round of "360" evaluations. Myles was secretly grateful he didn't have to participate

Myles woke to sunlight streaming through the window. Weekends were the only time he got any quality sleep, during the week he'd have stressful dreams about forgetting something important for a meeting.

If you've been following me for a while, you know I've been posting pretty regularly since I got here. Some days, it wasn't easy. Just like anyone else I have my ups and downs. This isn't a plea for attention

The lower floors were more utilitarian than the executive suites. Stubby dividers of frosted glass fenced in most of the "open plan" office. SuccINCt had strict rules about one's workspace. You

This floated across my radar on Reddit today, so I am sharing it with you as I think it is important to keep in mind with the upcoming hostile fork in November. I did not write this, the user credited

Myles stared at the LED readout on the DocuMax copier, segmented numbers slowly declining. Fresh copies slid into receiving slots, stapled and bound. A new financial quarter, a new batch of detailed reports

"Just go out", they said. "You'll feel better about it, don't be such a stick in the mud." Innocent urging and nervous smiles, mixed with the cheery optimism of someone whose internal

Its been a little over a week since I highlighted @zer0hedge and his deceitful actions. The response has been huge. Content providers rallied in support and personal messages have flooded in. Some expressed

There's a comfort to the sameness. Working on the line, processing thousands upon thousands of units every minute. In better times, I'd be making mental plans for trips and fancy purchases. Those were