Radiologists, Not drone doctors staring at Computer screens, but Antibodies. We’ve Been shrunk, and are conducting Diagnostics so Your exo-suit can Get back in the

Fiction, memoir, and musings, from Minotaur Productions
Radiologists, Not drone doctors staring at Computer screens, but Antibodies. We’ve Been shrunk, and are conducting Diagnostics so Your exo-suit can Get back in the
Think of a room with No center, only corners. Anonymous space; Corridors endless, Everything angled. Airplane Terminal. Here is Where I’ve spent the last Four
When I die, I pray It will be after I stow My luggage in my Private cabin, the Locomotive departs; I Slip into a dream.
He always wanted Something worth dying for. But He was alive, in Spite of himself. He Wondered if the French Foreign Legion would take him.
I went down to the Other side, waiting by the Water. Voices in My head had told me To watch for a bird. Sometimes Doubt
Give me that rope, I’m Making a whip; there’s work to Be done. My Dad’s house. Wake the young lion. Tell him to get to