Prescilla believes in the cyberpunk future we all deserve. (Just don't interrupt her when she's repairing her robots.)
Prescilla
From a latent space containing billions of dimensions, clear voices ring out…
Yarine
For as long as she could remember, Yarine had been able to lucid dream. Growing up with this inherent ability, for her, dreaming seemed like just another series of realities, and likewise, waking life often felt like merely her most persistent (and most obstinate) dream…
Kienna
Kienna, working the night shift at the mermaid tadpole nursery…
Zuira
Zuira put on the black ring and wished for snow…
Jillian
Jillian, either at a night club with a very specific theme, or at the base of Devil's Tower about to be taken on a hyperspace joyride…
Millie
The first time Millie was suddenly cornered by several black SUVs, hooded and herded into one of them by burly men wearing suits, sunglasses and earpieces, she'd reacted as you might imagine anyone would…
Tricia
There was no universe in which Tricia was not obsessed with flight. In tandem with her obsession came its inevitable, plentiful opposition: a cavalcade of obstacles meant to prevent her ascent to the skies…
Quinne
Quinne walked alone in the wilderness, initially in an attempt to forget her troubles—troubles acquired during her previous attempt to not be alone. But the further she wandered, the more she felt she was moving toward something unknown rather than away from anything she knew…
Elisa
Elisa, trying to figure out just what, exactly, this random street fair is celebrating…
Hodja
The few seconds between bungling her over-practiced landing and actually slipping the black ring onto her finger were the most precarious of Hodja's entire life…
Tawai
Tawai, arriving at a dinner party only to discover that not all of the guests appear to be strictly human…