Immortal Drift D. Paul Angel 646 Words "Well the centrifuge part is certainly new. I'll give you that. I'm pulling what, seven gee's?" "Six point nine one." "Close enough, eh? Besides, seven gees... seventy gees... seven-hundred gee's... It doesn't matter because, again, I'm fucking immortal!" "Yes. We know." "Then you know my body will adapt … Continue reading Immortal Drift
Shiver D. Paul Angel 19 Words I try and blow my nose to get it out, but the spider's legs keep pushing the tissue away.