The year is 2078. Rampant consumption has succeeded in burning a hole through the ozone layer.
“The chimpanzee with a bandaged forehead grabbed a hypodermic needle . . .”
“Good morning, love. I guess it’s morning, though it’s hard to tell. It’s just too dark all the time now . . .”
“Fifteen-love,” Georgia says then serves.
I was one of Descent.com’s earliest customers, and surely I was first to inquire into a gap. It was only three generations into the future, this gap . . .
Amelia knew there was no running away when she boarded the glorified tuna can called the Canary . . .
“The Purge” took place in 2021 . . .
The body was crumpled on the floor. Purple blood spilled away, taking the shape of a crooked tree . . .