By David C. Daoust Ratchet, Harper, Dicey, and Grace… along with a comatose bunny, were all piled into a hidden alcove above the engine. The steel oily smell invaded Ratchet’s nostrils. He’d always liked the smell. The girls, upon their arrival, however, made faces that suggested otherwise. They had hidden themselves away for quite a…
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By David C. Daoust There are many, many bot forms in the Onion. New designs being made every few years for centuries, is bound to bring about variety. Some designs, pretty standard fair. Standard enough that they can still be found walking about, being used by whatever datasphere was lucky enough to acquire them. Others…
By David C. Daoust Sure, Hugo wanted them to hide. Olivia, aka Wildhawk, had said it herself— ‘Hugo thinks we should hide’. Even as Wild hawk said it, she knew they were doing something else. Anything else. Olivia crouched low, much lower than someone her age would normally dare. The thrill was there as she…