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Jess Rufus
2Mins Each
7
ISSUES
Killer Computers
Updated Mar 5, 2016
PG Completed
32
1400
21
Suspense
Dystopia

Hi! This is my first story here, and I'm still getting the hang of it, so wish me luck!

(Also please note the autocorrect on this device doesn't function properly so be prepared for a few weird mistakes.)

Here we go!

My name is Reese Fletcher. I'm a sort of geeky person - computers, phones, tvs, you name it; I can fix it, and give you an annoying geeky joke about it.

I  tend to get A's and A*'s an all my tests, and my social life is pretty good (more like barely adequate), so you could say my life is dangerously close to perfect.

But then something happened, a couple of months ago, that changed my life forever.

Th​at's exactly why you need to read this. Your very existence depends on it. So if you want the chance to live 'till your next birthday, DO NOT STOP READING.

They're coming.

Sci-Fiction
Suspense
Dystopia
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Killer Computers

Hi! This is my first story here, and I'm still getting the hang of it, so wish me luck!

(Also please note the autocorrect on this device doesn't function properly so be prepared for a few weird mistakes.)

Here we go!

My name is Reese Fletcher. I'm a sort of geeky person - computers, phones, tvs, you name it; I can fix it, and give you an annoying geeky joke about it.

I  tend to get A's and A*'s an all my tests, and my social life is pretty good (more like barely adequate), so you could say my life is dangerously close to perfect.

But then something happened, a couple of months ago, that changed my life forever.

Th​at's exactly why you need to read this. Your very existence depends on it. So if you want the chance to live 'till your next birthday, DO NOT STOP READING.

They're coming.

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crazy normal 1864
6Mins Each
2
ISSUES
VILLAN
Updated Apr 11, 2018
PG-13
0
20
0
Crime
Adventure

This is a story about a prestigious family full of superheroes That have been saving people for generations until Jessie the boy that breaks the tradition. Let's just say family dinners suddenly got a lot more interesting.

CHARACTER LIST ( Just so nobody is confused while reading the story)

Big sister, Andrea (Azure leopard) can run faster than sound.

Big brother, Oswald (Phantom Bayne) can fly

Father (steampunk) can walk through walls

Mother (Invo) can turn invisible

Jessie "MAIN CHARACTER" yah just gonna have to read the story to find out

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VILLAN

This is a story about a prestigious family full of superheroes That have been saving people for generations until Jessie the boy that breaks the tradition. Let's just say family dinners suddenly got a lot more interesting.

CHARACTER LIST ( Just so nobody is confused while reading the story)

Big sister, Andrea (Azure leopard) can run faster than sound.

Big brother, Oswald (Phantom Bayne) can fly

Father (steampunk) can walk through walls

Mother (Invo) can turn invisible

Jessie "MAIN CHARACTER" yah just gonna have to read the story to find out

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Aria pratiwi
6Mins Each
3
ISSUES
Me & Mr Perfect
Updated Apr 6, 2018
PG
2
85
0
Romance
Humor

APA YANG AKAN KAMU LAKUKAN DISAAT KAMU MEMBUTUHKAN BANTUAN DARI ORANG YANG SANGAT KAMU HINDARI DI DUNIA INI ?

KAMU SANGAT BUTUH PERTOLONGAN NYA !

RASHANADA MARIAM CITA - CITA NYA HANYA SATU , BEKERJA - BEKERJA - BEKERJA DAN DILAN.

DANTRA PRATAMA PRIA SEMPURNA , YANG MELIHAT RASHANADA MARIAM SEBAGAI ORANG ANEH.

DILAN PRAKOSO PRIA YANG SEMPURNA SIFAT NYA YANG DINGIN SANGAT SULIT UNTUK DI TEBAK ISI KEPALA DAN HATI NYA.

MARI KETEMU MEREKA BERTIGA

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Me & Mr Perfect

APA YANG AKAN KAMU LAKUKAN DISAAT KAMU MEMBUTUHKAN BANTUAN DARI ORANG YANG SANGAT KAMU HINDARI DI DUNIA INI ?

KAMU SANGAT BUTUH PERTOLONGAN NYA !

RASHANADA MARIAM CITA - CITA NYA HANYA SATU , BEKERJA - BEKERJA - BEKERJA DAN DILAN.

DANTRA PRATAMA PRIA SEMPURNA , YANG MELIHAT RASHANADA MARIAM SEBAGAI ORANG ANEH.

DILAN PRAKOSO PRIA YANG SEMPURNA SIFAT NYA YANG DINGIN SANGAT SULIT UNTUK DI TEBAK ISI KEPALA DAN HATI NYA.

MARI KETEMU MEREKA BERTIGA

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NotMEStopAndSpace
2Mins Each
1
ISSUE
The Affliction Machine
Updated Mar 30, 2018
PG-13
1
42
4
Dystopia
Tragedy

The rich island of Comore is home to many secrets. They are dark, and hidden. For better, or for worse.

Sci-Fiction
Dystopia
Tragedy
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The Affliction Machine

The rich island of Comore is home to many secrets. They are dark, and hidden. For better, or for worse.

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Yunior Rodríguez
1Min Each
1
ISSUE
Survival Combat
Updated Feb 25, 2018
PG
0
95
0
Dystopia
War

In the year 2079.

Sci-Fiction
Dystopia
War
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Survival Combat

In the year 2079.

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Pascal Waitek
9Mins Each
9
ISSUES
Rise
Updated Apr 14, 2018
PG-13
3
527
0
Fantasy

Sarah Rose Tanas, daughter of the enemy collaborator Sarna Tarron, is the new governor of Imperial Region North in a time of unrest and uncertainty. Many forces with even more agendas, schemes and goals are doing their best to tear the empire apart. Can Sarah bring the four planets in her care back together and help save the empire?

A New Chapter Every Saturday!

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Rise

Sarah Rose Tanas, daughter of the enemy collaborator Sarna Tarron, is the new governor of Imperial Region North in a time of unrest and uncertainty. Many forces with even more agendas, schemes and goals are doing their best to tear the empire apart. Can Sarah bring the four planets in her care back together and help save the empire?

A New Chapter Every Saturday!

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Duntry
7Mins Each
1
ISSUE
What could I do for her
Updated Feb 1, 2018
G
0
54
0
Parody
Sarcasm

I was praying in the dark empty church when the man walked up to me and told me he’s an angel.

“Yea?” I asked.

“Yea.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to give you a chance to turn your shit around.”

“Yea?”

“Yea.”

"But why?"

"I figure this is the only way to get you out of here," he said.

The angel looked rough, with faded scars and scrapes all over his face. He wore no shoes, and his jeans and shirt were torn beyond logic. Do angels wear those? Well, I didn't care, I had my own problems. There's this iBanker who drove an Audi trying to ask my girlfriend out, and I was helpless. I worked as a postman, drove nothing, owned nothing, and it seemed to me that my girlfriend was getting tired of me. But I couldn't let her go; my parents were getting old and worried, and she's my only chance for marriage. That's why I started coming to church a few weeks ago and prayed till my voice cracked. My luck didn't turn, the guy was still going strong, my girlfriend still picking on my job my income my everything. Sure, I did feel somewhat better after all these prayers, knowing that at least there's someone to blame when things fell through. But still, I was willing to gamble.

"So what do I do?" I asked the angel.

He gave me the instruction and left. I went home and told my parents about it. My dad was a cook, my mum a housewife. They had little enough education to revere the Western theologies and thus were thrilled about the deal and the angel. They went out and bought a chicken to celebrate. I called my girlfriend and told her what happened.

"You sure it worked?" She asked. In her voice there's an excitement that I hadn't heard in a long time.

"Yes. I'm sure. Babe, I love you. We're gonna work out."

"Sure. Hey, I gotta go. I have to take care of a few things," she said, and hung up. That whole night she didn't message me or call me and I couldn't sleep.

Next day I went to the giant trash can down the street, looking for a cockroach. I was afraid of cockroahes but the angel said that only by overcoming my fear could I find the path towards eternal happiness. So when I saw one I grabbed it as quickly as I could, then broke half its legs, ate them and let out a fart, one that would rise till it joins the cloud and becomes part of it, according to the plan.

I was looking at the trail of my fart curling up toward sky when the angel walked up to me.

“I got it! I got it!” I screamed at the angel.

“For fuck's sake, just chill. It’s just a start.”

The angel had me go down to the grocery store and ask for the longest ladder in the world. I told Billy the shop owner about my plan, and the reason that gave birth to such a plan. Billy dropped his head in contemplation.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I'm sure.”

A fan whirled above us but gave no wind.  Bill was 60 and I was 25 and I didn’t expect him to understand me, or the generation that bred me. Petty middle-class moaning of our generations paled in comparison with the life-and-death concerns of theirs. But still.

Soon he went in to the store room. There's sound of many things dropping on the ground. Then he came back out with the ladder.  I paid and left with the ladder. I let the changes sit on the counter, getting the no-wind.

I started climbing toward sky. People were gathering along the street now, talking, cheering for me. Dad and mom were there, being the cheer leaders. I didn't see my girlfriend though. Maybe she'd only come at the end. Didn't matter. Once I came back down things would change.

The ladder was good quality work, it didn’t jerk once during the first million steps. But the trip itself was bad: there’s no chance for rest or chicken-out. I didn’t even get to take selfies, for my hands got so sweaty that I had to cling to the ladder with both hands. The birds and eagles and UFO were circling around me and sometimes charging at me, and from certain height on up the air pressure started squeezing my heart like a poor bug caught by a bad kid. My biceps ached and trembled. I couldn't hear the people anymore. I could only think of my girlfriend and the way she would look when I gave her the gift.

But after another million steps and the ladder started to shake. I didn’t know why. I cursed and climbed on. Twice my right hand slipped and I almost fell. Man, I nearly spitted my heart out. A plane passed and I saw a baby inside with no hair laughing at me. I pushed myself up and continued to curse.

It’s the angel who's shaking the ladder, as it turned out. I was about one thousand steps from where he was, sitting at the top of the ladders with a beer in hand, drinking, shaking the ladder.

“Why are you doing this!" I screamed.

“I am bored."

Then I was there, winded, my body compressed like a butterfly specimen, but I was stunned by the vastness and beauty of the cloud. It was dense, smoky, misty, and I was right in the middle of it. The sun came through but was filtered down into some sort of a holy light. It's better than the kind of heaven I used to dream about.

The angel came forward and grabbed my arm and tossed me out of the ladder. I thought I was dying, but when I fell upon the cloud I didn't fall through. The cloud was soft, but didn't break. I rolled around and around, screaming, and crying. I was here, finally. I thought about my girl, my marriage.

“You want a beer?” the angel asked.

“No. I gotta run back down now. My girlfriend’s probably here by this time.”

The angel shrugged and brought me to the part of the cloud that belonged to me. It’s very discernible because it’s a statue of me and my girlfriend. We’re in our wedding gown standing side by side, looking at each other, her arm around mine, tight.

“It’s beautiful,” I said.

The angel sat on the cloud and took a long pull from his bottle and didn’t answer. I plucked the cloud-statue out and told the angel that I was ready. He took his time taking a last pull before standing up. He threw the can away and spitted on the cloud. The spit hissed on the cloud and disappeared, no trace left.

"Can I move in here with my girlfriend?" I asked the angel.

"Why?"

"It's beautiful here."

"It depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Your girlfriend," the angel said. Then he gave out a long whistle that almost deafened me and a giant cockroach was summoned up.

“Ready?” the cockroach said to the angle.

“You’re ready?” the angel said to me.

“I don’t know what to say,” I said. We got on the cockroach and slowly it circled its way down. Its wings flapped frantically but soundlessly. I touched its skin. It's smooth, like it’d been varnished. I bent down for a closer look. Man, was it clean, was it stainless. I felt sorry for all the fellow cockroaches that had their lives taken by my plump hands.

We touched ground and the streets were flooded with people. They're singing the national anthem, applauding, the cats and dogs making fierce love, the tigers and elephants and dragons running wild and around. My parents were on their knees, crying.

Then I saw her. As I walked toward her people backed off to make space for me.

The iBanker was standing next to her. He's in suit and tie, an iPad in one hand.

I ignored the guy and knelt down before her.

"Here it is,” I held out the statue to her.

She took it and without looking at it she passed the thing to the iBanker. He looked at it, put it on the floor and scanned the thing with his iPad. I was on my knees, waiting. The world was waiting.

“Any buyer?” she asked the guy after a while.

“No.”

“Let’s wait.”

And we waited. After a few hours people started leaving. There’re no more songs, no more cheering, the cats and dogs started to separate and chase and yell and hate at each other. The cockroach and angel were nowhere to be seen. My parents were still there though, on their knees, but no longer crying, they're watching us, their mouths gaping. I looked back at my girlfriend, who’s looking at the iPad while the cloud-statue stood beside her. I wondered if there’s anything else I could do for her.

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What could I do for her

I was praying in the dark empty church when the man walked up to me and told me he’s an angel.

“Yea?” I asked.

“Yea.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to give you a chance to turn your shit around.”

“Yea?”

“Yea.”

"But why?"

"I figure this is the only way to get you out of here," he said.

The angel looked rough, with faded scars and scrapes all over his face. He wore no shoes, and his jeans and shirt were torn beyond logic. Do angels wear those? Well, I didn't care, I had my own problems. There's this iBanker who drove an Audi trying to ask my girlfriend out, and I was helpless. I worked as a postman, drove nothing, owned nothing, and it seemed to me that my girlfriend was getting tired of me. But I couldn't let her go; my parents were getting old and worried, and she's my only chance for marriage. That's why I started coming to church a few weeks ago and prayed till my voice cracked. My luck didn't turn, the guy was still going strong, my girlfriend still picking on my job my income my everything. Sure, I did feel somewhat better after all these prayers, knowing that at least there's someone to blame when things fell through. But still, I was willing to gamble.

"So what do I do?" I asked the angel.

He gave me the instruction and left. I went home and told my parents about it. My dad was a cook, my mum a housewife. They had little enough education to revere the Western theologies and thus were thrilled about the deal and the angel. They went out and bought a chicken to celebrate. I called my girlfriend and told her what happened.

"You sure it worked?" She asked. In her voice there's an excitement that I hadn't heard in a long time.

"Yes. I'm sure. Babe, I love you. We're gonna work out."

"Sure. Hey, I gotta go. I have to take care of a few things," she said, and hung up. That whole night she didn't message me or call me and I couldn't sleep.

Next day I went to the giant trash can down the street, looking for a cockroach. I was afraid of cockroahes but the angel said that only by overcoming my fear could I find the path towards eternal happiness. So when I saw one I grabbed it as quickly as I could, then broke half its legs, ate them and let out a fart, one that would rise till it joins the cloud and becomes part of it, according to the plan.

I was looking at the trail of my fart curling up toward sky when the angel walked up to me.

“I got it! I got it!” I screamed at the angel.

“For fuck's sake, just chill. It’s just a start.”

The angel had me go down to the grocery store and ask for the longest ladder in the world. I told Billy the shop owner about my plan, and the reason that gave birth to such a plan. Billy dropped his head in contemplation.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I'm sure.”

A fan whirled above us but gave no wind.  Bill was 60 and I was 25 and I didn’t expect him to understand me, or the generation that bred me. Petty middle-class moaning of our generations paled in comparison with the life-and-death concerns of theirs. But still.

Soon he went in to the store room. There's sound of many things dropping on the ground. Then he came back out with the ladder.  I paid and left with the ladder. I let the changes sit on the counter, getting the no-wind.

I started climbing toward sky. People were gathering along the street now, talking, cheering for me. Dad and mom were there, being the cheer leaders. I didn't see my girlfriend though. Maybe she'd only come at the end. Didn't matter. Once I came back down things would change.

The ladder was good quality work, it didn’t jerk once during the first million steps. But the trip itself was bad: there’s no chance for rest or chicken-out. I didn’t even get to take selfies, for my hands got so sweaty that I had to cling to the ladder with both hands. The birds and eagles and UFO were circling around me and sometimes charging at me, and from certain height on up the air pressure started squeezing my heart like a poor bug caught by a bad kid. My biceps ached and trembled. I couldn't hear the people anymore. I could only think of my girlfriend and the way she would look when I gave her the gift.

But after another million steps and the ladder started to shake. I didn’t know why. I cursed and climbed on. Twice my right hand slipped and I almost fell. Man, I nearly spitted my heart out. A plane passed and I saw a baby inside with no hair laughing at me. I pushed myself up and continued to curse.

It’s the angel who's shaking the ladder, as it turned out. I was about one thousand steps from where he was, sitting at the top of the ladders with a beer in hand, drinking, shaking the ladder.

“Why are you doing this!" I screamed.

“I am bored."

Then I was there, winded, my body compressed like a butterfly specimen, but I was stunned by the vastness and beauty of the cloud. It was dense, smoky, misty, and I was right in the middle of it. The sun came through but was filtered down into some sort of a holy light. It's better than the kind of heaven I used to dream about.

The angel came forward and grabbed my arm and tossed me out of the ladder. I thought I was dying, but when I fell upon the cloud I didn't fall through. The cloud was soft, but didn't break. I rolled around and around, screaming, and crying. I was here, finally. I thought about my girl, my marriage.

“You want a beer?” the angel asked.

“No. I gotta run back down now. My girlfriend’s probably here by this time.”

The angel shrugged and brought me to the part of the cloud that belonged to me. It’s very discernible because it’s a statue of me and my girlfriend. We’re in our wedding gown standing side by side, looking at each other, her arm around mine, tight.

“It’s beautiful,” I said.

The angel sat on the cloud and took a long pull from his bottle and didn’t answer. I plucked the cloud-statue out and told the angel that I was ready. He took his time taking a last pull before standing up. He threw the can away and spitted on the cloud. The spit hissed on the cloud and disappeared, no trace left.

"Can I move in here with my girlfriend?" I asked the angel.

"Why?"

"It's beautiful here."

"It depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Your girlfriend," the angel said. Then he gave out a long whistle that almost deafened me and a giant cockroach was summoned up.

“Ready?” the cockroach said to the angle.

“You’re ready?” the angel said to me.

“I don’t know what to say,” I said. We got on the cockroach and slowly it circled its way down. Its wings flapped frantically but soundlessly. I touched its skin. It's smooth, like it’d been varnished. I bent down for a closer look. Man, was it clean, was it stainless. I felt sorry for all the fellow cockroaches that had their lives taken by my plump hands.

We touched ground and the streets were flooded with people. They're singing the national anthem, applauding, the cats and dogs making fierce love, the tigers and elephants and dragons running wild and around. My parents were on their knees, crying.

Then I saw her. As I walked toward her people backed off to make space for me.

The iBanker was standing next to her. He's in suit and tie, an iPad in one hand.

I ignored the guy and knelt down before her.

"Here it is,” I held out the statue to her.

She took it and without looking at it she passed the thing to the iBanker. He looked at it, put it on the floor and scanned the thing with his iPad. I was on my knees, waiting. The world was waiting.

“Any buyer?” she asked the guy after a while.

“No.”

“Let’s wait.”

And we waited. After a few hours people started leaving. There’re no more songs, no more cheering, the cats and dogs started to separate and chase and yell and hate at each other. The cockroach and angel were nowhere to be seen. My parents were still there though, on their knees, but no longer crying, they're watching us, their mouths gaping. I looked back at my girlfriend, who’s looking at the iPad while the cloud-statue stood beside her. I wondered if there’s anything else I could do for her.

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22
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Beyond the Milky Way
Updated Jan 30, 2018
PG-13
0
527
0
Romance

When a group of strangers receive the same vague letter from the president of the United States, they have no idea the meaning of it until they gather in Washington, D.C. The group learn that they were hand-picked to represent Earth in an intergalactic race in another galaxy! Led by Indycar sensation, Bradley Smith and former Marine cannoneer, Lindsay Rose, what will the Earth team encounter when they travel beyond the Milky Way?

Contains mild language and situations.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or otherwise, is unintentional and purely coincidental. I am not affiliated with any brand name company mentioned nor do I make any monetary value with the writing of this story.

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Beyond the Milky Way

When a group of strangers receive the same vague letter from the president of the United States, they have no idea the meaning of it until they gather in Washington, D.C. The group learn that they were hand-picked to represent Earth in an intergalactic race in another galaxy! Led by Indycar sensation, Bradley Smith and former Marine cannoneer, Lindsay Rose, what will the Earth team encounter when they travel beyond the Milky Way?

Contains mild language and situations.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or otherwise, is unintentional and purely coincidental. I am not affiliated with any brand name company mentioned nor do I make any monetary value with the writing of this story.

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Kazushin
14Mins Each
4
ISSUES
Requiem Verse
Updated Mar 10, 2018
PG-13
0
130
0
Action
Adventure

"Krach, static-noise like beings responsible for nearly bringing humanity to extinct hundred years ago, strikes upon this beautiful world once again…" With the lands now flooded with Sirene and Krach beasts. a group of idols known as Muse and their manager bearing the burdens of despair continue their song onward. Will there be any hope left to fight for survival?

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Requiem Verse

"Krach, static-noise like beings responsible for nearly bringing humanity to extinct hundred years ago, strikes upon this beautiful world once again…" With the lands now flooded with Sirene and Krach beasts. a group of idols known as Muse and their manager bearing the burdens of despair continue their song onward. Will there be any hope left to fight for survival?

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6Mins Each
18
ISSUES
Super Royal: The Beginning
Updated Mar 29, 2018
PG-13
0
628
0
Action
Friendship

Calico knows she's a superhuman, but a princess? Many people tell her she is one, but her guardians are not amongst that group. Someone is lying and she doesn't know who to believe. Odd coincidences and surprise attacks has Calico looking for answers. While on the search for the truth Calico and her four new friends inadvertently form a group of superheroes. They are willing to do whatever it takes to put a stop to the attacks on Calico.

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Super Royal: The Beginning

Calico knows she's a superhuman, but a princess? Many people tell her she is one, but her guardians are not amongst that group. Someone is lying and she doesn't know who to believe. Odd coincidences and surprise attacks has Calico looking for answers. While on the search for the truth Calico and her four new friends inadvertently form a group of superheroes. They are willing to do whatever it takes to put a stop to the attacks on Calico.

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6Mins Each
5
ISSUES
Interspecies
Updated Dec 12, 2017
PG-13
1
286
0
Adventure
Dystopia

It's the year 3080 and a lot has changed since the 2000's. History repeats itself and not the good parts either. After robots from another planet are discovered and brought to Earth from their planet to work for humans things go bad. Segregation, discrimination, another civil war! It's total chaos. One thing that was frowned upon was the mixing of the two species, which doesn't make my quest any easier. I am Xenobel, a cyborg who is banned in both of my parent's native planets. All I want is to be able to live with my parents in peace. Will I accomplish this or will the government win this battle?

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It's the year 3080 and a lot has changed since the 2000's. History repeats itself and not the good parts either. After robots from another planet are discovered and brought to Earth from their planet to work for humans things go bad. Segregation, discrimination, another civil war! It's total chaos. One thing that was frowned upon was the mixing of the two species, which doesn't make my quest any easier. I am Xenobel, a cyborg who is banned in both of my parent's native planets. All I want is to be able to live with my parents in peace. Will I accomplish this or will the government win this battle?

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Paul Robison
13Mins Each
48
ISSUES
Starship Universe
Updated Nov 25, 2017
PG-13 Completed
0
2141
0
Adventure
Suspense

(Star Trek New Frontier/Stargate Universe x-over)

The ancient Centauri Republic has fallen, throwing an entire sector of the galaxy into chaos and unrest.  Billions of sentient beings are faced with starvation, warfare, and worse.  Faced with a tragedy of intergalactic proportions, Fleet assembles a new, handpicked crew to help where it can and report its findings.

Captain Nicholas Rush, recommended by Elizabeth Weir herself, takes command of the U.S.S. Universe,which is manned by Fleet's best and brightest, including some old friends from Starship Atlantisand some of the most dynamic new characters ever to boldly go where no being has gone before!

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Starship Universe

(Star Trek New Frontier/Stargate Universe x-over)

The ancient Centauri Republic has fallen, throwing an entire sector of the galaxy into chaos and unrest.  Billions of sentient beings are faced with starvation, warfare, and worse.  Faced with a tragedy of intergalactic proportions, Fleet assembles a new, handpicked crew to help where it can and report its findings.

Captain Nicholas Rush, recommended by Elizabeth Weir herself, takes command of the U.S.S. Universe,which is manned by Fleet's best and brightest, including some old friends from Starship Atlantisand some of the most dynamic new characters ever to boldly go where no being has gone before!

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