Saturday, August 6, 2011

to follow black sky dot (2)


He was older, but he had been modified. His employer had been loving. Formidable, still fast at 260 pounds, he maintained his skills with games and training. His heart was bad. Soon he would die, and many backups had been activated, armoured, suited, trained in etiquette. None would ever match his .127 reflex speed. He favoured white t-shirts, and old-fashioned cigarettes.

2 MAN His employer was twenty something, probably six, at a guess. Many millions, and a tanned Egyptian skin mixed with surgical blue highlights. Yachting, a few years military, and the schemed powers of a banker. Touch loved the man. He would die for him. Soon.

She was/...

2011 Peter Greene.

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