The world is dead. Our Planets have fallen among us. Venus, Mars, The Moon, and Earth are taken over. TZR-23 is fighting for its life, Rip is fine, and our new moon is on its last stand. The enemy from far away planets have a larger and stronger army. Can our last forces survive their waves of attacks?
Bliss has always been different. Because of a condition called CIPA, she’s never felt pain–no headaches, no cramps, no charlie horses. She also can’t sweat, cry or even play sports without endangering her life. And the worst part? She knows she has an expiration date, and it is probably fairly soon -- most people like...
Imagine the second you're born, a consultant removes you from your mother's grasp and runs a battery of genetic and physiological tests on you. Thirty minutes later they give you a score out of one hundred which denotes your level of perfection. If your score is above eighty and you work hard to maintain that score yo...
