“Regrets, Stamford?” the detective replied as he lay on his death bed. “Only one.” I let the silence sit between us for a moment before responding. “That’s not bad, Rake. One regret in sixty-five years is bloody impressive.”
“Regrets, Stamford?” the detective replied as he lay on his death bed. “Only one.” I let the silence sit between us for a moment before responding. “That’s not bad, Rake. One regret in sixty-five years is bloody impressive.”
When the dazzling light faded, he opened his eyes and realised he was no longer on the space station. Instead, he found himself in an enormous coliseum, filled with an audience of thousands of hideous green- scaled creatures. The aliens roared a sudden cheer and a chill ran down his spine.
“Are you sure it’s okay for us to be here?” Julia asked her uncle, Dr. Isaac Rossum as he swiped his ID card against the security lock. “Of course, child,” he replied. The doors to the factory floor swung open behind him. “I invented the software the robots use. I’m their creator.”