Bric and Palmer watched as a soldier fired a machine gun nonstop into a tree trunk. The tree spit chunks of wood, until it swayed to one side, gave out a loud crack, and crashed to the ground.
"Good work, Palmer. Come over to my house tonight. We'll celebrate."
It was time for his return to the mainland, and he was going to do it in spectacular fashion.
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Island of the Unemployed
Science FictionThe world is dominated by a single corporate entity. The human race is enslaved in a tightly monitored and controlled environment, with no reasonable expectation for redemption from the situation. Fortunately, redemption comes in many shapes and siz...
