By David C. Daoust It was a dull hum, a constant droning noise, ever present in the sleeping hours of the Wards small portion of the city-station. This noise is what let Clover know everything was okay. Never once did it occur to him to figure out what it was. It was just there, a…

By David C. Daoust He was born a ‘Ward of Ergos’. A Ward’s life, when compared to what was promised, was but a fleeting glimpse. Thirteen years to grow, thirteen years for their minds to develop. Thirteen years until their Ascension– To the day they joined with Ergos for good- And joined the One Mind…