Zee Dempster
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Body Transfer
He does not know how he got used to the smell but did not let that distract him. He tugged at his pants and shrugged his shoulders, adjusting his color unidentifiable suit. The simple adjustment to his clothing gave him new confidence and he was ready to begin his assignment. As usual, he felt like he was behind and had so much catching up to do. He had to meet someone right away if he was going to be successful.
By Zee Dempster9 months ago in Fiction
The Reserve
They pass through a dimly lit tunnel then there is brightness. The men enter into a vast room with a high ceiling. They are on top of a platform and I can see that there are several stories beneath their feet. It looks like a work detail. The walls and floors are painted white. Large wooden barrels as tall as Banks, occupy the room. Trays are lined up on every level. There are people stationed at various points throughout. I would never think that an area this size could be underground.
By Zee Dempster9 months ago in Fiction
The Truth About Love and Lancets
“There weren't always dragons in the Valley. I should know. In the days when I was born, it was called the Hudson River. The river flowed in two directions, searching for its looted pearls. The Palisades stood its ground against the iron towers of Manhattan. Then one day, all of that ended. The Black Hole Attrition occurred, and nothing was the same,” Cox said. “All of this happened decades before you were born.”
By Zee Dempster2 years ago in Fiction
The Ice Box
Only a select few braved a chilled New York City on a day like that. These New Yorkers came in two hours earlier to beat the normal in and out crowd, and felt it was well worth it. This was a special breed of worker, who would not call themselves workers, they would say producers, entrepreneurs, innovators, or game changers. What they labored for would change humanity and that alone made them stand above the rest.
By Zee Dempster3 years ago in Fiction
Operation Marigold
I almost pulled the marigold. We had just run back to the front in order to meet the pick-up, which me missed anyway and there it was in the middle of the field. Single and lonely. My hands wanted to reach out and grab its subtle petals. It looked so simple. Pluck it, take it and win. It would all be over.
By Zee Dempster3 years ago in Futurism
Money-skin
Money-skin Savora stood in the bathtub staring at the man staring back at her. She placed her palm on the back of her knee, vigorously rubbed her hand over her calf and over his face. He would not come off. She cut the shower, ran to her bedroom looking at her leg as if she wanted to cut it off.
By Zee Dempster3 years ago in Futurism