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Finding Garrett

This story was originally posted at https://www.gayspiralstories.com/story/show/10001490 on 2021-03-21.

In 2092, a Finder, Zander Chen, takes on a difficult case. How do you Find someone who has no aura?

Zander sat up, his pulse racing, the sheets damp and clingy with sweat. Another nightmare. Shots fired in the dark, his fiancé Keill crumpling to the floor of their apartment, unmoving. Fighting for his life, for Keill’s, against the masked gunman from the Engawa cartel. Watching helplessly as Keill’s aura, vibrant and green and full of promise, like a forest floor after rain, faded to nothing, a part of himself dying with it…

Immortalised

This story was originally posted at https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/1412443 on 2020-07-20.

Simon finds an old statue to an imperialist explorer, and finds it impossible to resist its influence.

I tossed my rucksack into the back seat of Grandpa’s car and then climbed in after it to escape the heavy rain.

“Hey, Grandpa, how are you and Grandma doing? Thanks for picking me up.”

“Oh, not bad, not bad. Your grandmother and I are both glad you could spend the week with us. Brought the weather with you, eh?” Grandpa smiled. “Let’s get going before it’s too dark to drive safely. By the way, we saved you some leftovers from dinner.”

“Sounds great.”

The Last Free Man on Earth

This story was originally posted at https://grometsplaza.net/world/machine/storieslr/the_last_free_man_on_earth.html on 2020-04-02.

Liberty Island, 4th July, 2051

Richard groaned as a brilliant white light roused him from his artificially-induced sleep. He opened his eyes, and immediately realised the seriousness of his predicament. He was completely naked, his wrists secured behind his back by solid metal shackles. Through the glass windows all around him, he could see the ruins of New York City, the crumbling skyscrapers now repurposed as the Pleasure Centres of the System. Each tower block on Manhattan island probably held several thousand humans, now slaves to the System.

Richard had spent almost all of his adult life fighting the System as the leader of the Resistance. Now, he was its prisoner, held captive in the bright, glittering glass sphere that Lady Liberty now held aloft where her torch had once been, the torch itself lying half-destroyed at the foot of her pedestal.