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It didn’t feel right. She wasn’t greeted by any familiar cliché; no bright lights, shining gates, no sudden replay of her life thus far, not even omnipresent blackness. Instead, death brought her to a moderately lit, small room, not even six paces across. It was oddly reminiscent of a solitary confinement cell, now that she’d thought it over a bit. Only she wasn’t alone at all—Alice sat on a flat surface, a bench or a bed, Yumi couldn’t really tell, knees hugged against her chest. Though they had everything to say, neither expected the other to speak. Time had lost all meaning. Yumi took her seat in

One member of your ship is intoxicated. Proceed. She had no idea how she’d arrived at the store, much less why she went there in the first place. It was late (or very early, depending on how you looked at it), but thankfully it was one of those 24/7 convenience shops. The clerk stared at her quizzically despite her having given him the stink eye whenever she caught him. She had been there a while, just staring at a case of soda—or beer, she really didn’t know which. “I hate beer,” she muttered to no one. “Nasty stuff. … I’m hungry. Yes, THAT’S why I came here! Brilliant.” After

Half of your ship ends up reading a part of their partners journal/diary. What does one of the entries say? “I think we’ve just a few more boxes to go and that’ll be it,” Yumi proclaimed, surveying what was left to be done. “How on earth can one person accumulate so much shit over the course of a few years?” “More than you’d think,” Artemis remarked, taking a moment to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He’d tried subtly suggesting to her that she ought to hire help to ease the transition from her apartment into his; she wouldn’t have it. Too many sensitive things, too many fr

“Do you want me to get security to throw you out? Calm down, we aren’t killing anyone. I’m a scientist, you’re a goddamn musician, neither of one of us is a mercenary!” Dr. Arthur Cohen, while absolutely concerned for the safety of his daughter, had no interest in bloodshed. The two men had adjourned to his office, where a strategic discussion had quickly dissolved into a heated argument. “I can hold my own in a fight and handle a gun. Under normal circumstances, I tend to avoid violence myself, but this is hardly normal,” Artemis snapped. “Frankly, I find it appalling what little regard you h

Though he wasn't one to remember specific details of dreams, Artemis could get a general sense of their character from the way he felt when he woke up (or so he reasoned). As he slowly came to the next morning, he felt…off. The strange, inexplicable sensation gradually gave way to complete dread. Apparently, it hadn't been a good night. Everything felt just a few degrees too cold. Had the weather turned bad? But wait—he knew this feeling. The feeling of waking up alone. Single. It's easy to get used to the feeling of another body. These thoughts went through his head, simultaneously speedy and sluggish, within just a few moments befor

He felt just slightly awkward on their flight back to London. Though Yumi had agreed to look into the issue regarding Alice of her own accord, Artemis couldn't help but wonder if she was doing it only for him, and as such, if she'd gotten the wrong idea of how he felt about the AI. As yet he hadn't completely sorted out exactly who it was that he'd come to know and love, but he would stick to his choice regardless. MSH was instructed to do with her as they please; virtually everyone agreed that she was too valuable to destroy, so she was kept in their network, but shackled in a way. She'd escaped before, after all. But she noticed, of course

 London It never occurred to him that a single afternoon could change the course of his life for the worse. A future with a promising career and a loving wife disappeared right before his eyes, leaving only a desire for vengeance; accustomed to controlling his circumstances, the powerlessness would eventually drive him mad. Cole Lundstrom was a brilliant man, by all accounts. He'd earned multiple degrees in various fields of engineering well before he'd hit 30, and by that time he found himself gainfully employed by an up-and-coming company by the name of MSH technologies. To him, though, these accomplishments paled in comparison to the one