The two of them stood at the top of a kilometres long, snow-topped mountain range, the sky was brilliant blue, the air bitingly cold fresh air was awash with the smell of pine, brought up from the forest

They were standing on a viewing deck, seven thousand kilometres below them the rings of Saturn reflected glow lit the gloomy space around them. “Where are we?” Gladstone grinned as he answered. “We are

K-Rox stopped dead in his tracks, ten feet away the dog stopped too and started to let out a soft whining. “I beg your pardon?” “I said, you K-Rox, are in fact an old copy of Jemima, number 38 if I remember

“Who are you K-Rox? Wait. Before you answer that I want to show you what this is all about.” He felt as if more of his code was being destroyed, he felt in someway like he did when he was immersed in the

As we near the conclusion of the story K-Rox discovers some strange truths about the quantum blockchain, artificial intelligence, and some very old powerful men. Jemima reveals the true nature of the

He was lost, the trees were so densely packed together, their trunks gnarled and twisted, intertwined with each other in perfect chaos, it was as if the entire forest was one giant organism. He acutely

He knew what was happening now, his walk through space and time represented his journey to the heart of the blockchain, at which point he would deliver Asimov and all would be ended. Yet this place, this

It worked, the code phrase that he'd read back on the old Steemit file Call me Legion, for I am many, and now he was merged, he could not tell where he ended and Asimov begun, he fed in his Krusher9 exit

They stood in a semi-circle at the water’s edge, Asimov still in the centre of the lake, hovered a few feet above the mirror-black water. Perhaps acting on raw instincts, the three of them attacked as

Orange tendrils of flame resembling the gnarled and twisted branches of an old fallen tree, licked out from beyond the dark depths of Asimov’s vac-suit. Each time one of the tips touched a member of the

They had reached the mouth of a gargantuan cave, from his position he could see the sloping floor that led down to the depths of the planet, seconds before the assault started Malcraft’s exoskeleton dropped

He was back inside the salamander, Jemima sat on his back, they had been travelling for over three hours. The two neat lines of bots and exoes that had exited the city gates, were now spread loosely over

As he had many times before Malcraft joined the line of rebels exiting the tiny citadel. He watched as two lines of exoskeletons and indigenous bots filed silently along dusty plain to meet Asimov. In

K-Rox lost himself in contemplation, he found himself drifting back to another happier time, he remembered the smell of brine as he and Amorphia stood on a beach of pure white sands stretching out to meet

She had finally told him, she couldn’t hold it off any more, it was the moment of truth, the point at which he either accepted her story and the mission, or completely rejected it out of hand. He stared

Having busy as a model, presenter and even a radio announcer Yuki Mihara is also a profession as a model that has a remarkable beauty even looks very erotic.

So far our hero has been taken on an adventure across the quantum blockchain and all the way to Mars. In chapters 41-50 he exists as a frozen mindstate on the marschain trying to find and capture Isaac.Asimov

“Asimov . . . Asimov?” “Speak!” The sound of a thousand screams, of nails on slate, a keening of raw sound that ripped through the ether. “He has come for you; do you remember your mission?” Nothing but

It was originally thought that the finalisation of the Cloud City Project on Venus in UTC-Year 152 (2202 A.D.), would put the Martians to shame in such a way that they would either buck up their ideas

She was right, K-Rox had wanted to know what Isaac.Asimov was ever since he received that first message from aZorl. “OK, so go on, who is Asimov?” “He is the antidote to the Illuminated Ones, back at the