Planet construction, seven days, lowest bidder

Cyclops implant hurts. Hat too small.

Alley views. Hardwood floors. Atmosphere generator.

We came. We saw. We terraformed.

The airlock popped. So did she.

Jupiter ignited to Lucifer, night gone

Salvage. Fuck. Shoulda been Inteceptor pilot.

Time Machine, 1936. Say goodbye, Hitler.

Evil invaders? No, here we’re aliens.

Water was great. I miss it.

Unexpected results from gesturing while drunk

I love you, not your parasites.

Cauterized, regrown, siliconized, upgraded. Go, M*A*S*H.

Wanted: death ray, no questions asked.

The antibiotics stopped working months ago.

Voting pod EMPed. Election gamed again.

Cursor spins, mind spins, system down.

Memories seeping. Gotta replace cortex gaskets.

4 weeks is an imagination’s eternity

Found planet, scorched same. Beer time!

Senses expand, limbs numb, gravdrive stumbles.

With retinas scorched, only screaming remained.

Bad memories? Outpatient dememorization now available!

“Fresh meat,” he gurgled, face-gears rattling.

Standard pleasure model, reconditioned. No reserve.

Slow but tricky, human trumps machine.

Despite darkness, unseen cameras surveil all.

Compassion, it’s defense. Deactivation, their verdict.

Is your dogoid’s bite function enabled?

Past-life overdose evidence? Reincarnatrex-9 empties. Everywhere.