Technosphere (eBook)

A Short Story Collection

George Saoulidis (Autor)

eBook Download: EPUB

2019 | 1. Auflage
200 Seiten
Mythography Studios (Verlag)
978-0-00-013889-7 (ISBN)

Infos

A collection of #spitwrite stories.
Includes:

Technosphere

The Last Stargunner

Metal Fever

Hot Jupiter

Nanodaemons: The Fir Smart-Tree

It is Sometimes an Appropriate Response to Reality to Just Go Insane

Love is a Car Wreck

Simming Problem, My Ass

Custody Battle for Little Johnny

Santa Fight Club

The Red Holidays

Just Take a Nap

Sex, Lies and Propaganda

Acquisition Time

Smog City: A Girl and a Gun

The Rebirth of Capitalism

Nyx It

Alien Animal Control

Killing Blind

That's No Dinosaur Egg!

Big, Round Snowballs

The Last Kakistocrat

On Pointe All Day Long

Loveless Ada: Swipe Left

Shadow Dimension

Mount Faithful

Reprogram the President

Divide and Shatter

Wake Up and Smell the Turkish Coffee

The Left Hand of Agnes

The Luggage Disaster

This is book 3 of the Spitwrite series.

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Metal Fever

 

"We can never use him, son," the old man said.

Hunter looked down at the hangar. It was enormous, large enough to fit the Jaeger. "But he's ready to go, Mr. Thomson. He's just sitting there."

"Metal Fever has cost us far too many Jaeger pilots already, son. Good men and women. Can't risk it, no matter how dire the circumstances might seem." Mr. Thomson spoke with his teacher's voice, since he was also running classes for the kids in the hangars.

"But Mr. Thomson, we have trainee pilots without a Jaeger. Imagine what we could do-"

"Hunter, no," Mr. Thomson said flatly. "Now, come on, it's time for class."

Hunter complained. Not just complained, he bitched and moaned. "Why do we need classes anyway? The world's about to end, the Kaiju are gonna kill us all anyway."

Mr. Thomson inhaled and said his usual thing, raising his injured finger, "No, son. As long as we're breathing, we're able to fight. And living on, carrying on with our lives is one of the many ways we can fight this scourge."

 

 

Hunter was bored at class. He was always bored at class. What good were math when a Kaiju could show up at any time and smash your entire life to pieces? Mr. Thomson was going on and on about what the 'x' is.

His mind wandered. His gaze fell on her, Seeker. She was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, with her squinty eyes, a genetic trait, and her great butt. Hunter really liked staring at that butt during class, especially when she leaned forward on the desk in front of him just as she was now.

Mr. Thomson slappepd his hand on Hunter's desk and he started. "Easy solution, isn't it? Perhaps you, Hunter, could show the rest of the class how it's solved?"

"I-Uh... I wasn't paying attention, Mr. Thomson."

The entire class laughed. Seeker turned back to him and rolled her eyes, Hunter loved it when she did that.

"Of course you weren't," Mr. Thomson sighed, fixing his glasses. They had a very thin skeleton, almost invisible.

"What's the point of finding 'x,' when Pyrespitter can just roast your ass?" Hunter said, frowning.

"Language, Hunter," the teacher demanded.

Seeker raised her hand. "Can I solve it, sir?"

"Of course, Miss Seeker," Mr. Thomson said, stepping aside.

"Nerd," Hunter coughed as she stood up.

"Daydreamer," she taunted back and went on to woo the class with her knowledge of math.

 

 

They made out behind Metal Fever. "Are you sure nobody will see us?" she panted, disengaging her lips from his own for a second and then kissing his neck. She was sitting on his lap, facing him, her legs around his waist.

"Don't worry, nobody comes in here," Hunter assured her, finding his way with his hand under her t-shirt. These were the best boobies. They were the only boobies Hunter had ever touched, but they were the best, he was sure of it.

Seeker licked his ear and the hummed into it, sending tingles all over his body. "If someone sees us, that'll be the last of this," she said, grabbing his hand over her breast and squeezing it there.

"Oh, I'd never want to miss those," Hunter smiled, biting the other tip of her breast over her t-shirt. It was hard and had a nice, tiny tip.

Seeker moaned and shuddered under his touch, and then pressed his face on her chest, running her fingers in his hair.

Hunter sure did like the sensation of that cute little smothering. However, at some point he needed air, so he bit her.

"Ouch!" she slapped him.

"What? You were choking me with your boobies."

Seeker snorted, pressed her lips together. They were shiny and slobbery from all the kissing. "They're not that big."

Hunter squeezed them again. "They're big enough. Perfect."

She slapped his arm and then stuck out her tongue over her top row of teeth.

"What?" Hunter asked but stopped mid-sentence.

Seeker stuck her hand down his pants, looking around, feeling her way as she kept the same innocent expression. "For that adorable comment, Hunter, you get a handjob."

Hunter leaned back on the wall and breathed hard, while getting hard.

She squeezed her tiny fingers around his cock.

"Ah, cold hands!" he complained.

"Want me to stop?" she smirked.

"No. Please, no," he winced, feeling awesome.

She beamed at him, going on with the handjob.

"Um..." Hunter said and stopped, mouth open.

"Oh..." Seeker said and pulled her hand out of his pants. It was wet and sticky. "That was fast."

Hunter opened his mouth to apologise when the alarms blared.

 

 

He pulled her by the hand and they ran down the hangar's corridors. They knew their way around, this was their home for as long as they could remember. Their parents, all the grown ups fighting the Kaiju their entire lives.

"Do you think it's Pyrespitter?" Seeker asked, terrified.

"Yeah," Hunter said, biting his lips. He looked around, the place was a mess. "I can hear Cosmic Menace revving up," he said, putting his ear to the metal walls. "Here, feel the vibrations."

She put her own hand and touched her cheek on the wall. "Yeah. It's ready to move, I can tell."

"See? Menace will protect us, don't worry!"

She did look worried. Her mother was the Ranger on the Menace. A hero, the defender of their entire hangar. "Yeah..."

"She'll be alright. I'm sure of it," Hunter said, and pulled her hand again.

"Where are we going?" she complained, still in a bit of a shock.

"To the classroom. Remember Mr. Thomson's evac drills? It's the closest rendezvous point."

"You remember that?" Seeker asked, looking more shocked by this than the actual attack on the hangar.

"Hey, I pay attention. I just don't understand math and stuff."

They heard a crash ahead, there was smoke and dirt in the corridors. They both dove to the side as the entire hangar shook.

They got to the classroom.

It was caved in, rubble filling up the entire room, blocking all other exits. Hunter looked around for a while. "There's no way through."

Seeker didn't turn to him, simply hummed in affirmative, staring at a spot underneath the rubble. She was holding her mouth in a silent scream.

"What is it?" Hunter asked, getting close to her. Then he saw it.

Blood. And a cracked pair of glasses, with a very thin skeleton, almost invisible.

He hugged her tight. Seeked buried her face into his chest and cried softly. Hunter cried as well, staring at the spot where his favourite grown up had died.

 

 

They doubled back to the Metal Fever hangar. "There must be another way around to the others," Seeker said, sniffling and wiping her nose. She looked around the hangar.

"Uh, there's that way, but it's blocked, there's a locked gate. And that way, maybe, it collapsed a few years ago but we might be able to squeeze through."

She turned to him. "You never tried it?"

He shrugged. "What was the point? There was a straight path down there, you know."

Her expression darkened. "You don't have to snap back at me."

"I'm sorry, Seeker. It's just... You know how I feel right now. Mr. Thomson was my favourite person in the world, and now he's gone." He was about to say more but an explosion shook the entire hangar.

They held on tight on the railings, rubble fell from the ceiling.

Metal Fever was just sitting there, silent. He was one of the experimental models, from back when the war against the Kaiju had resources to waste on crazy ideas and schemes. Nowadays, it was all about logistics and making sure everything was efficient, because there were no resources to spare at all. He was very badass looking, like a titanic suit of sleek armour. Thin, strong, ready for battle.

It was a bummer that he tended to make the Rangers crazy.

"Hey, I have an idea," Seeker said, stretching her pretty neck by looking all the way up. It had a few hickies from before and Hunter got another erection just by thinking about it.

"What? Go up there?"

"Yeah. The hangar roof can be opened from inside the Jaeger."

"That's crazy, Seeker. We're not Rangers, we just did, what, thirty hours of training in VR?"

"Do you have a better idea?"

Hunter looked around. Mr. Thomson was dead. His classmates were probably dead. Cosmic Menace was out there fighting for them. He looked at the tiny girl he was in love with. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her. "No, I don't. Okay, are you sure we can do this? Mr. Thomson says..." he stopped himself, then added, "said, that Metal Fever fries your brain."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the upper railings. "Not in seconds, dummy. All we need to do is to fire him up and open the hangar roof. Then we'll climb out from the emergency hatch."

"Okay," Hunter said and pulled her to a stop. When she turned to him, confused, he...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 1.1.2019
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Science Fiction
• ISBN-10: 0-00-013889-4 / 0000138894
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-013889-7 / 9780000138897