Not a black car"I like the red one we saw." Casey didn't look up from her cell through which she was texting from the car lot. Her brother glanced back a few rows over to the sedan they'd first looked at and then back to the SUV sitting before him. On a white page in the window was a full list of features dramatically displayed in a minimalist style."You like it?" his friend asked, peering in through the opposite side. "Wireless modem built into the headrest. Never lose contact." he read aloud, one eyebrow raised. "I still say you should go with a black car.""Dude, I can't drive one of those things in traffic. I'll get killed!""Well, I'm still alive." he said comically, holding out his arms as if he'd just been challenged."Yea, but it's easy for you." They looked for another minute. Then Ed asked respectfully"How often do you turn that thing off?" Kyle had to think about it for a moment."Almost never.""Yeah?""I've never run a backup either.""That's not good, man." a tone of concern ca
Nobody uses cash anymoreA nearby boy was speaking on his cell phone to a friend. Josh instantly knew he was under eighteen to be using such an archaic tool. In passing, he even caught a small amount of what the teen was saying in regards to doubts. Josh smiled to himself. The kid could throw out all the naturalist propaganda he wanted, but nobody who could afford the augmentation chose to go without it. Maybe if they were joining the service.The glass doors opened welcomingly for him, allowing a small gust of air conditioning to blow about his person while entering. Along one side were small cubicles where people spoke out of courtesy, ahead was a long desk of helpful looking people, and to the other side were the tellers filling in for both customer service and the ATMs in the vestibule."Can I help you sir?" one man said, looking up from his black and blue striped tie."Yea, I've got some change here..." Josh held up his jar of coins."Around the corner and straight ahead." was the kind man's reply, indica
The Standard IssueIt doesn't fit, at least not around the limbs or body.It's rough, coarse, doesn't like to bend, and chafes.The corners are sharp, the seams are obvious, and the fabric's loud.It smells of glue and ammonia.Where it should conform to the body, it sticks out.When it needs to be out of the way, it's a nuisance.One size fits all, but all sizes fit none.It wasn't made with the user in mind.Lose threads stick out from every corner and flap.Thin lines of chalk illustrate the few features.It's standard; everybody's got one.It's cheap, disposable and insignificant.One in a million, just like you.
HomefrontA seemingly sane soldier returns home from an ongoing conflict overseas to find a lot has changed both in his family and friends, and within his own mind. A wife who constantly takes advantage of him, a daughter rebelling against everything she can vilify, and a group of friends he starts losing to a newfound obsession over war news and alcohol all drive this veteran to brinks he didn't know existed, and isn't equipped to deal with.John Doe finishes his duty to his country with a bang while leaving an occupied town where standing enemy forces are long gone but an insurgency perseveres. His convoy is ambushed two days before he's to head out and for two hours he and his squad are forced to fight unidentifiable targets at point-blank range, trying to survive the firefight by moving into the houses. The attack leaves several of his comrades dead, but he takes it in stride (and a few cigarettes), comforting his remaining buddies before leaving.Back stateside, he's welcomed home by his be