“You home?” Aisha’s voice crackled through the comm, her holo-projection flickering to life. Elena sat cross-legged on her apartment floor, surrounded by the playful turmoil of her dream-born cats. The cream-colored one—whom she’d started calling Pippin—nuzzled her knee, purring like a tiny engine, while the black cat, Shadow, batted at […]Read more »
Robert Wimer
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The lab was a fortress of light and sound, its walls lined with humming machines and glowing holo-displays. Elena leaned over a workstation, her eyes fixed on a spectral analysis of Lukas Varn’s CD, the twelve-song cycle that had turned her dreams into reality. The screen pulsed with jagged peaks—frequencies […]Read more »
Elena sat at her workstation, the glow of holo-displays casting shadows across her face. The air was thick with the hum of quantum drives and the sharp voices of scientists grappling with the impossible. Her fingers hovered over her comm device, a private file open but untouched: Cats. Dreamed of […]Read more »
The hovercraft hummed through the twilight, its engines a low drone against the whispering pines that stretched endlessly below. Elena sat in the passenger seat, her comm device clutched tightly, the glow of its screen reflecting in her eyes. Outside, the world was a blur of green and shadow, the […]Read more »