This is the start of the third arc ‘The Stream’. It’s going to be pretty rich with drama, but thinner on action. Lots of great character development and plenty of emotionally tough scenes.
After their trip to the arcade, Eva retired back to her pad to chill out and to do a little research. Except every time she tried to get into something, Miko’s words came bounding into her head. She wondered why Miko said she was beautiful. Was it a joke? Was she trying to give her confidence or so
Mack: are you really in the game? thats so cool! :) Mack: i wonder if youll be able to come back….. do you? Mack: its ok if your ignoring me i kinda deserve it Mack: just stay safe, ok? --- Mack was her ex from her old life, and a flurry of questions flooded her thoughts while a flurry of emoti
Then again, people had disappeared all the time, of course. Kidnapped or murdered or fell off a cliff or whatever. They had no reason to suspect it was otherwise for any single one of them. She supposed that it must have taken thousands of disappearances before people started to take notice, and th
Eva shook with anger, disappointment, and heartache as Mack sat there with his mouth agape. Her heart was a whirl while his was flat. He broke the silence after too long of a moment, his voice soft and timid. “I’m sorry,” he said. “And I do love you, it’s just…” He trailed off, unable to say the
Right? And besides, he did the same for her! He looked out for her, he… When he tried to remember the times when he was there for her, he came up short. And for the first time, it dawned on him how they treated each other. He actually saw how he had been acting. She told him so many times that
Selfish, narcissistic, irresponsible. A winning combination. What a complete fucking waste, thought Eva. They fought so often about the dumbest things, just because he refused to grow up. The first time they had butted heads, it was because he was being neglectful and dismissive of her. There w
In one of the rougher areas somewhere on Helios, a group of men sat around a table as they chatted and played a game. In their hands were a half dozen cards. There were complex symbols on each of them, and all were unique. There were more cards in the middle of the table, and they were arranged i
She was wearing a completely featureless helmet, and its front face was absolutely smooth and uniform. It was menacing on a whole different scale, as though under the helmet was something cold and calculating. Similar to piloting cores, the inside of the helmet was simply a display. It showed a li