By David C. Daoust Suzanne found herself back in the lab, back in one of those conversations. By ‘one of those’, she means a conversation that really only ever makes sense to Dakota. The good doctor had just spent the past half hour telling Suzanne, how she has interacted with the past. Mind boggling…
By David C. Daoust Major Sims had to assume that these children in space suits, really weren’t terribly experienced at locking people up. And really, he felt like this was a good thing. Said a lot about someone, whether or not they were good at stripping someone of their personal liberties. Generally, if they…
By David C. Daoust Life, post the inescapable prison, has been a dreary dreamless nightmare. Ivan’s dream was his life. Always had been. The dream of a perfect world, orchestrated by the perfect institutions, raised from pure hope, by the infallible will of the Red Faction. In the past, he could see it, all—…
By David C. Daoust It’s like being in an abyss. So much information, so many ways to go. No way to know which is wrong, which is right. Ultimately, Clover should be okay with the idea, as an Agent of Ergos- flitting between the Black Beyond and the White Space that is their home…