Galapagos

6. Trapped (D2)

Lumis had tried to get him to go to therapy. Not Lumis as a whole, but the supervising board. They were concerned about his mental health after multiple reports had flagged Jimmy as toxic to his peers. They all believed that if Jimmy learned to reason why, that he would be able to perform even …

5. Sustenance (D2)

The food was not warm but it was many times more acceptable than chewing through frozen chunks and frost over his mouth and gullet. At least now the nerves in his teeth weren’t sending signals of shock through his jaw and his belly could feel satisfied with the steady stream of nutrients being offered to …

4. Crawlers (D2)

“It’s probably sealed for a reason,” said Jimmy as they stood in front of a food transport chute. They had attempted to open the main door but not even Nee had been unable to override the lock. Now, they stared at the only other way in. It’d be the first place I close off to …

3. Air Lock (D2)

Jimmy waved his hand over the door console and waited. When nothing happened, he pulled his comm unit to his lips only to have the door open unexpectedly. The changing room inside was small, making the big door leading into it seem unnecessary. On each side were rows of lockers and a single suit hung …

2. Welcome To (D2)

The massive center flooded with rich, colorful light. Music playing all around them. Thousands of people laughing and having the time of their lives. Restaurants, bars, clubs, businesses of all kinds, anything that anyone could want was all around, plus more. Lumis had taken what they had built at the other two cities and turned …

1. Galapagos (D2)

 The sea had always seemed impossibly vast to Jimmy, but staring out at the pitch black deep as he contemplated how he would break things off with Zoe made it look like he was staring at an endless space. The transport lights tried hard to illuminate everything around them but its attempt seemed pathetic. They …

0. Prologue (D2)

Jensen looked down at the back of the old man’s helmet, his hand gripping the multi-tool tight enough to make his forearm burn. He could end it right now. Laser the back of the helmet and split it open enough so it wouldn’t reseal, let the water flood the old man’s suit and finish the …