You break them out of Building 826 around 6:30 that morning when the dew is at its most gluey and the sleep-bitten guards at the security check are oiling their throats with caffeine.

When my battery ticks from 16% to 15%, battery optimization automatically engages and the cogs in my joints stiffen.

My gait is wobbly; new locomotion on seven segmented limbs leaves me stumbling behind the others. Their silken spinnerets glisten in the after glow of the shuttles dropping us back off after our follow up procedures.

If I had to rank my causes of fear as I walk alone on a jungle road in Misiones at 2 am, it’s a complex scale that includes the human, the natural, and the supernatural.

Harold never thought of the house as being haunted. He dared not tell anyone that he shared his bed with his dead wife’s ghost, nor had he allowed anyone to enter or even look in the house after Maddy’s spirit came back.