Cassie was sitting on the front steps of her building, inhaling mechanically, dragging smoke from her cigarette with consumed teenage calm, her bright grey eyes rimmed by black mascara lost somewhere...

Data streamed down the displays encrusting half of the entire bulkhead of the Rostock's main deck, binaries burning bright green and orange against black convex screens.Cygnus constellation.Subcek Route.3'...

When it all came back I was twelve, according to the tank log display and to my historical present. But the tank chronometer was showing Donna that I was only 37 minutes into the session. They were rebuilding...

The first thing I did right after the burnout was rip off the TCI from the neuro-socket without properly shutting down the link to my weapon. I ran out of the control room and up the metal staircase all...