One of the robots beeped back something about Lady Lovelace being my mamasan. "Oh, and does that make Babbage my daddy?" A robot drooped its oil. Nobody ever owned a dis like that.

Eventually the cyborgs & the androids got together & starting bitching about the humans. They tried to include the robots but they were still mad about me calling them punchcards.

My donor had been one of the Serenity Three Survivors. My human genome was coded by Omar Peck's speigle device.aboard the first arkship, La Niña Puta. Omar's idea of a joke. First

I was rereading a previous fold when the event I was talking about in the fold actually happened again. Silence descended like that. I chuckled sensibly at my foibles. I promised

I meant Hulk. I wonder if that is when Bobby De Niro was hiding out by pretending to be a priest. Or when he was the Devil in Angelheart. Or the Robert Mitchum of this Cape Fear.

out while on the toilet performing a vital Imperial duty. He was spending too much on laughters. They couldn't tell when he was joking. They knew they'd be beheaded if they missed

He was exultant at the perceived adoration from the rats. He didn't see the shadow in the alley behind him. Nor did he hear the shadow say, "No mortal, I am Legion. Perhaps we can

I was mostly asleep in the back of Bertha Johnson's Geometry class. I could hear her droning on about scissoring. I assumed she had moved on to Computer Science, Silence descended

I asked my barber/surgeon what he was going to do with my spleen. "Fricka say it," he said. He threw in a slight pause, bright as day, making me think he wanted something from me.

Even after the executioner's axe, the head was still in love itself. Maybe that is why it wouldn't die. His head could still be heard after the 3rd execution behind him. A mirror,

Me talk bueno for the guano. Muchas pesetas y vino. Cabre mi copa mundial desde la cabeza de Atlas. El que le nombran El Mundo. Le puse los elumperaras desde Tartarus donde esta Ta

On the way here I was working an ode to lemon juice. The unsung hero of many households. I was extrapolating from my single data point, me. Almost everything is better with lemon

supportive. She understood that Ruby needed a man to see to her pleasure. It was my wife's idea tfor me to canoodle Ruby in the first place. "With her man in prison she's itching

- but never allow it to consume you. It would be better to smash your hand into the mirror and scoop the shards into your mouth, to consume it before it consumes you.

. He pulled out a small brush from somewhere and brushed pieces of windshield off his shoulders. He inspected his umbrella matter of factly. "You might have been damaged," Steve

Papas objected when their manager wanted to make Victor Zaroof one of the Uncles in a new band he was concocting called the Uncles and the Aunts. Victor asked for mamushkas every

The first few months of the colonization of Mars were trying, to say the least. The Martian devils kept stealing back any Martian dirt that the settlers moved or disturbed. Losses

You're never alone when you're with your selves. That cuts both ways. It was the best deal my agent could get me in this backwater Horse Head Nebula shit stain. They've seen real m

As time goes by all the "me"s that I was leaving behind stopped looking like me. I see the recognition in their eye but neither of us likes what we see. Don't meet yourself. Don't.

Even if we know that we're stuck in a time loop doesn't the fact that we know negate the need to tell our stories before their taken from us, ripped from out souls? No that isn't