Fingers twisted from arthritis. A wet bandage over his right hand seeping a wound the local healer had inflicted. Trying, failing, to fix a hand only decade shy of a century.

Inside you’ll find twelve speculative stories, drawing on science fiction, fantasy, and horror to explore our internal landscapes; our thoughts, feelings, and other strange experiences.

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.