“Alright Sergeant, what are we looking at here?” The crime scene investigators were just getting started, the smell of cordite, blood, and fried electrical equipment still hanging like a curtain over ...
There’s no ceremony when unix time clicks over to 1483228801. Welcome to 2017. Please applaud. Fortunately where a change in date and time has failed to deliver a cause for celebration music can be pl...
The witching hour is behind us. Halloween is over. The tide of scary clowns with rubber masks over robot faces has receded from our shores and as we pick through the wreckage a handful of memory stick...
Vagrants cluster around an oil drum fire with their backs to the cold night of the city. Environmental sensors that ought to sniff out smoke and flame dangle above, the all-seeing eye of the city put ...