Author: Eon Mikey
1.7 – Some of It’s Righteous
A storm sewer isn't an ideal place for a meal, but, given the circumstances, it’ll have to do. Mateo and I sit next to each other, keeping our feet just shy of the tiny sliver of standing water. Lucky for us, it hasn’t rained in a few days. The pipe has a muted, sour smell… Continue reading 1.7 – Some of It’s Righteous
1.6 – Swing Batter Swing
Thump thump thump. Heavy metal boots on the chapel roof. I stare in horror at the ceiling, waiting for the guillotine blade to fall. “How do you think he found Mateo?” Megajoule asks. “A tracker in the boy’s flesh, perhaps?” “The PK cuff. It has to be,” I mutter. “Oh, it has to be?” Megajoule… Continue reading 1.6 – Swing Batter Swing
1.5 – Do You Know What a Black Hole Is?
Thanh serves ramen out of a space on the fourth floor of an abandoned high-rise bank. Below him there is a brothel, and above is a set of apartments swarming with johns. There’s a ten-foot-wide hole from the top of the bank to the bottom on the outer wall, exposing every floor to the ones… Continue reading 1.5 – Do You Know What a Black Hole Is?
1.4 – Tomfuckery
I wrench my eyes shut, hoping the nightmare passes, and mutter a sacred mantra Paul taught me: “G for Good, A for Able, B for Beautiful, E for Enough.” “Oh, that old tune,” croons the left Megajoule, depicted helping a woman out of a burning building. “Can’t keep me away for long.” I scowl at… Continue reading 1.4 – Tomfuckery
1.3 – My Favorite Clone
“This job just gives me a bad feeling.” Paul fumbles with old, shaking fingers at the frayed seam where my goggles are woven into my patchwork mask. He picks at loose, blackened threads, and if I could see his face beneath his own mask, I’m sure I’d see his grimace. “You’re not being careful with… Continue reading 1.3 – My Favorite Clone
FIVE MONTHS BEFORE THE MASK COMES OFF
1.2 – Hell of a Place
Working from an old, coffee-stained map that was outdated before the world fell apart, Paul manages to navigate them along the back roads, away from the Vanguard’s main transit lines. The old world seems to wave at them from the shadows, watching them drive by from the rusted hulls of abandoned trucks to the crumbling… Continue reading 1.2 – Hell of a Place
1.1 – A Progressive Disease
MEGAJOULE, 49, DEAD. Those three simple words bring the world to standstill on May 13th, 2073. The wrench that built the machinery is jammed back into the gears, destroying all forward momentum. Paul parks the car and stares, helplessly, hopelessly, out the window. A grim landscape waits outside the car, cracked and burned by superhuman… Continue reading 1.1 – A Progressive Disease
The Megajoule Series 