We all turned on our nightvision. I hoisted

We all turned on our nightvision. I hoisted my MK18 as he signaled the countdown. "Go! Go! Go!" I whispered as we rushed the door. What was on the other side surprised

the hell out of all of us. Fifteen naked prostitutes all armed with RPGS simultaneously fired at our squad. Everyone there died that day. The shockwave killed the prostitutes sadly

Happily we were all reborn as cyborg soldiers, and now we fought side by side with our former prostitute destroyers, who still favored their RPGs, though mounted cunningly on their

holosuits. With my Nodes downloaded into the cyborg marine body I no longer wanted to fight a war. What I wanted to do was travel in the Data Sea, to see the unspeakable

primary-foreign key relationships which make every developer giddy. As the world's only cyborg marine .NET programmer, I was certain to get the girls now! But SecDef Ashton Carter

er than I had in months, because my program finally solved that ancient paradox, "This sentence is false!" Or, it would have had I had it also change "false" to "false". Dammit!

This programme was designed to impress the donors I depended on for my financial support. My back was against the wall, I had to do something. Time was running out. Tomorrow

never comes and the rent is due yesterday. I needed the donors to donate big. I needed an Apocalypse Engine and I need it yesterday! I grabbed a copy of the Programme and took to

Loofing my bunions, reading about how to build an Apocalypse Engine but actually thinking about Shane MacGowan licking Jocelyn Wildenstein’s chocolate-icing-covered-fingers. Ewww!