James Quinn
Joined January 2021
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Bio
A bitter old man. living on the edge of a great lake at the periphery of a crumbling industrial infrastructure.
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'Relics'
‘Relics’ by James Quinn The Captain sat up in her chair from her place at the control console, narrowing her eyes as to what she saw. There seemed to be some kind of anomaly on the monitor. The sensors could only pick up a heat signature, but it was the distinct outline of a human form. There could be no doubt as to what this was, or what the purpose of the mysterious figure was as it darted to and fro between the cryo-sleep sarcophagi. It was hard to believe, but this was definitely a ‘waker.
By James Quinn2 years ago in Fiction