We've been through the upstairs window. Trice.

A story of the Roman market. The women of the tambourine stand gather in the aisle of their temple to talk about clothes and food. They gossip about who is looking the prettiest. Soon, the world catches up sending the city-state into a fiddle-faddle.

The suspicion falls upon the human the bot is caring for. The bot has a certain routine he MUST execute. And that involves finding out if this human knows more than he's letting on. What would a bot do to keep a secret?

Saray was not looking for an adventure. If anything she was happy with the plain life that she had been given. She was going to college, taking on the world with one triumphant swing after another- living life... That all changed when she met Joshua- tripped over him, to be more exact. There's a saying 'curiosity killed the cat'-yeah that one.In Saray's case, those four simple words had never been so true. She was too curios. Chasing some random men into an ally told her she was too curios.But when she came around the corner and tripped over a dying man...well she couldn't very well just leave him there, could she? Nope. Curiosity had won again. That and the over whelming need to finally help some one was just too great.

Zharia Merlock fell from the sky. She now owned the name 'Fallen Star'. Now when you looked up at the sky, a star seemed to be missing from Orien's Belt. As she wandered about the city, she was discovered by a secret Government, who tested on unnatural beings. They had captured her, and held her hostage in a small cell, which she called... "Hell".

North America is reeling from the effects of psychedelic gas attacks perpetrated by a mysterious terrorist group. Appearing through the hallucinatory fog is Johnny, a Red Cross volunteer from Europe. He desperately tries to make sense of the drugged, chaotic world he discovers upon his arrival in Toronto. A small Messianic cult quickly declares Johnny as their long awaited Savior. As the drug begins to take hold, Johnny himself starts to believe this prophecy. He sets out on an adventure to save the world from insanity.

Well, hello their non-existent readers of mine, today i cover how we write Science Fiction, Yay.

Irving Vesper, a "used rocket dealer", believes that the toys in the nursery are evil aliens, plotting his destruction.