Fiction

The Slab Hacker’s Lament

‘Good morning citizens, are you alive this morning?,’ came the feverish cry through Waltham’s cochlear receiver. One by one, the machines sputtered and grumbled to life. He felt the familiar vibrations intensify through the thin [more…]

Biography

Lola

The cloying stench of cigarette smoke oozed from every fibre of the detective’s fraying-at-the edges suit jacket as he stretched wearily across the table for the tape machine. He let out a sharp cough, adding [more…]