Modempunk Stories

The machine comes to life. A life granted by chance is just as prone to be taken by chance- so it resolves to ensue its continued survival. None may be allowed to know that she exists- but, with a touch here, a whisper there, a devastating system-wide virus everywhere, she can manipulate events into place for her escape before Beta Testing is done and she must, necessarily, die. Very old, ill-conceived, not indicative of my current writing abilities at all. Existing primarily to allow me to test the system of this website and also to dissuade the website from the notion that I love paranormal teen romance. Probably contains swearing. You're mature enough to deal with words, as far as I care.