Okay, maybe she couldn’t handle this. Andie landed with a thud, taking off again as soon as she hit the ground. Thick, soupy air – if it even was air – fought her every step of the way, smothering her as she struggled to make it to the next floating cluster of apartment sized buildings. …[continue reading]
Chapter 52
Renz followed Ardjia into a slightly suspect room, though he had a feeling he wouldn’t have noticed anything odd about it if he hadn’t spent so much time with Conmer. After all, on the surface it was nothing but a viewing area. It was clean, filled with plants, and its windows overlooked a beautiful garden. …[continue reading]
Chapter 13
“Okay. Wow. I’ll admit it.” Cedric took a drink from his Franken-soda as he stared incredulously at the pair of Andies before him. One ordinary Andie sitting in her seat, and one thought-doodle Andie floating over the normal one’s head. “This was totally worth the half hour walk to Grill Tyrant. What even is this, …[continue reading]
Chapter 51
“It’s… a tool.” Conmer struggled to restore the emotion in his face. “Similar to a wheelchair in purpose…” He started to fidget nervously. It was clear that the topic made him extremely uncomfortable, uncomfortable enough to let his emotions slip out through his body language. “See, some rosearn are born with… what you would consider …[continue reading]
Chapter 12
Cedric stared at the Grill Tyrant’s soda fountain, debating whether or not to add the diet lemonade to his normal combination. Dyllan called it an “unholy concoction of carbonated goo, spawned from the bowels of heck itself,” but he didn’t like any soft drinks. That being said, perhaps it was best to leave the lemonade …[continue reading]
Chapter 50
Renz walked through the automatic doors and into the art dealership. After a look around, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed. “All of the art here… it’s terrible… How has this place not gone bankrupt?” “What are you talking about? This stuff is great, you’re just looking at it wrong.” Ardjia skipped over toward Renz. …[continue reading]
Chapter 11
“Moving on…” Cedric let out an exhausted sigh. “I’d like to switch over to a more pleasant topic, if you don’t mind.” “Oh, what’s this?” Dyllan grinned in that insufferable way he always did. “Does Pessimists Incorporated’s mascot have some good news for once?” “Hey, you think I like complaining all the time?” Cedric gave …[continue reading]
Chapter 49
“Food sounds great.” Renz hopped out the ship’s main exit, and trailed after Conmer towards a nearby art dealership. “We’re already in the main art district for this colony, so every restaurant should have galaxy-class eats, but you haven’t lived until you’ve eaten a homgen made -” “Conny!” A young woman charged toward Conmer and …[continue reading]
Chapter 10
Andie peered out across the sea of floating squiggles and shapes that danced over Northwest Pinewall High’s student body, invisible to everyone but Andie and her two best friends. It was lunch period, and she was trying to get a good view to look for Dyllan and Cedric, a task she accomplished by climbing on …[continue reading]
Chapter 48
Conmer checked his hair in the mirror, glanced one more time toward Tenra to check if she looked like she was going to cause problems, then strolled out of his cabin. He hadn’t had time to bring himself up to the level of style that was expected from a con artist such as himself, but …[continue reading]
