Last Report • 05

He finds a chair and sits in it. “Emma?” Somewhere deep inside the computer of the ship millions of tiny switches turn over on themselves. “Finished your soup?” “I’m surprised you weren’t watching me.” “I’m just an AI, and while I don’t understand privacy I’ve been told to respect it.” Gabriel laughs under his breath. … Continue reading Last Report • 05


Last Report • 04

“Probably should have dropped that bomb a little easier.” Emma says as he is throwing up “That’s my fault. I’m sorry.” “They said…” He coughs. His brain runs over dozens of logs and reports in his mind. Thousands of numbers are dragged up from the crevices of his memory. “They said that it would only … Continue reading Last Report • 04