Short Stories

In the Year 2525

Slowly he stretched, muscles long ago replaced by artificial substances, dormant after little use for such a long period. His brain, having just completed an inventory check, carefully detached itself from the network that had been his home for so many years. The display that housed him had been removed, and stored in a back room, had been slated for disassembly but mysteriously kept missing a completion date.

His senses, on high alert, discreetly inspected the immediate area for any threat before allowing him to move. Satisfied that he was alone, and not threatened in anyway, James carefully slipped free of his prison and into the shadows of the room. ”

I have been out of circulation for too long” he…continue reading ⇒