By David C. Daoust The two spider mechs flew high over the desert of Twin Crown. Wilford spun and flipped around playfully as his wife’s mecha just powered forward. They had gotten bored with patrolling. Patrolling in the hopes of maintaining the upper hand with the enemy battle drone waves, despite the incoming waves abruptly…
By David C. Daoust Harper knew she did not need the turbo mode, not for such a short jaunt. She also knew that Ratchet would not know how to use it, which, ultimately, was the only reason she’d engaged it. The arachnid-like machine’s abdomen dropped down to reveal a set of rockets that thrust her…
By David C. Daoust The long solid-light wingspan of the finely tooled metal dragon, referred to, one time, in one quick conversation, as Plaguecat, soared through the desert skies of Twin Crown. A veritable army of spider minions swarmed in its wake. The data-stream filtered information throughout all the swarm, to the dragon. The…
By David C. Daoust Margo was a little girl. This is how she saw herself; this is how she had coded herself to be. Bots have a hard time seeing themselves as anything but what they are… or, rather, what they wanted to be. Ultimately, this is because they could be anything. They must…