By David C. Daoust Dakota had gone her whole life without a clear picture of the Artificial Intelligence involved with the construction of the Onion. She knew about it, she knew it existed, she did not know the extent of its reach- or really that it held a consciousness. Even with the knowledge, now,…
By David C. Daoust Dakota was not a careless person. She was not a cold, ice queen. Admittedly, through her life, she had not had a whole lot of success with relationships. Mainly because she was a bit smarter than most- okay a lot smarter, than just about everybody, but that couldn’t be helped….
By David C. Daoust Dakota had a pretty solid hunch that Suzanne was having a hard time comprehending what she was saying. Dakota, however, was not kidding when she told Suzanne she may actually be mad. Having someone there, to bounce her ideas off, was as important to Dakota, as it was to Suzanne…
By David C. Daoust It was like a long tendril, stretching through the room. She knew what they were, clouds of nanites, unperceivable to anyone else. Dakota, however, was in the body of her solid-light doppelganger, which allowed her to detect the nanites that flowed around her. Plunging into the microscopic worlds could only take…
By David C. Daoust It was as though the molecules suddenly flared, pulsing with an unknown eerie light; Kind of a pea green, if Dakota had to guess. The surrounding negative space- a dull purple. Sparking green lightning shot throughout at steady intervals. Colors aside, she couldn’t really see, exactly, what it was she was…