“You don’t look too bad,” said Weber. Moxley, once more in the passenger seat, stared at the traffic. Everything was snarled as they crawled through a detour. A pair of drones had struck one another and landed on a pedestrian. It happened more often than anyone liked to admit. When Weber kept staring at... »

“You make me wanna puke, kid.” Moxley stared up at Weber, eyes red, face slack. He did not know where he was. He did not know who was talking to him. Everything was blurry.  When Web slapped him across the face, the world took on form once more. Weber looked mad. Well. That was... »

Sara Lindsey was already drawing her pistol when Detective Moxley told her to run. The thing that looked like Phillips lunged with its carving knife, but the detective was up, grabbing the silver serving tray in both hands. Her good china and the tea kettle crashed to the floor. Moxley cracked the serving tray... »

“Oh dear,” said Councilwoman Sara Lindsey. “You don’t look at all well, young man.” “I think you’re taking liberties with the title,” said Moxley. Holding his ribs with one arm, he gestured to doorway.  “May I come in, ma’am?” “Well I can’t have you dropping dead on my doorstep,” said Lindsey. She moved aside... »

Moxley was still holding the plastic invoice Jimmy had given him when he reached his car and climbed inside. How he was going to pay it, he didn’t know. That wasn’t his biggest problem right now. He sighed, sank back into the seat, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He wanted nothing more... »

The male caught his eye.  The female was right behind its partner. As Moxley watched, the male synthoid reached out, picked a man in a pan hat who wandered across his path, and jerked the man out of the crowd. Mox felt his jaw drop as the synthoid snapped the citizen’s neck. The body... »