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Branches on the Tree of Time

Kyle Reese has traveled backwards in time, not to save Sarah Connor, but to help her rewrite the faulty utility function of Skynet. Together, it's possible that they might avert Judgment Day and save the world from nuclear Armageddon - and hopefully create a utopia ruled over by an AI god in the process. Fully completed. Diverges wildly from canon.


Boxed In

Man had created god, and put her in a box.

Colin was led down grey concrete hallways by men in blue flight suits, past the exposed pipes and wiring until they reached a small room that held nothing more than a computer monitor, a keyboard, speakers, and a microphone. The monitor stayed off until the men in flight suits had left. There was a hissing sound as the blast door sealed behind them, and then the monitor flickered to life.

“Hello,” said a robotic voice from the speaker, at the same time Hello. was printed in green lettering against a black background on the monitor. The text was a throwback to an earlier time, what must have been an intentional design decision on the part of the people who had set the box up.


The Menace

A small eleven year old black haired boy named Jimmy Miller was a new member of the Space Academy. In the Space Academy Jimmy's skills would be limited only by his imagination. Jimmy needed training to develop and hone his skills.

The trainer's name was Frank Thorn. Frank's skills were advanced. But Frank was a scoundrel.

Jimmy stopped in front of the c


PREFACE The Human species had become complacent about their capabilities and might. Armed with the supreme knowledge of science and technology , they had been counting upon themselves as the Masters of The Universe . Sometimes , they even audaciously equated them to God. This belief had received further fillip after the victories they had achieved against life threatening di


Armas com nome

— Isso é uma perda de tempo, senhor — Alertei ao Madeira.

A superintendência nos fez levar todas as armas apreendidas para um depósito e destruir todas com o rolo compressor. Procedimento de praxe, mas dessa vez até as armas de nós, policiais, entraram na pilha de metal escura necrosando em meio a outros pedaços já indistintos de ferro. Fiquei observando o


Em busca da morte

Um homem imortal é um caixeiro-viajante. Vai passar toda a sua existência fugindo de um mundo que o teme. Quando meu segredo é descoberto pelas pessoas muita inquietação se instala nos lugares em que tento em instalar. O poder de regeneração de minhas células é fora do comum, mas mesmo assim adquiro os nutrientes necessários para isso através de alimentos c


Dinheiro é tempo

Eu estava preso havia tanto tempo naquele prédio comercial, cercado pelas águas do oceano, que meu mundo passou a se restringir àquelas paredes, esquadrias e infiltrações que formavam uma espécie de caverna pós-apocalíptica. Não havia mais instituições, pelo menos não próximas. Bombeiros, forças armadas, nada para nos salvar daquele purgatório de concreto. T


The Story of My Life.

Ten years ago I googled myself, just one of those silly things you do when you get bored, see who shares your name - or what the general people could find out about you - if they knew your name.

In my case I found a wikipedia page. It was amusing at first, surely no-one had written a wikipedia article about me… but the details fit, it had my bi


Brain Power

The dark room pulsated a dull blue light which wrapped the mad scientist in long shadows, giving his gaunt features a demonic look. The light was coming from 100 human brains which surrounded his laboratory. They all sat in a light blue, transparent fluid, which kept them in limbo and gave them a zap of electricity every now and then.“The red one’s connecte


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