Ergebnis für "The Cone" in Dystopien

World War III lasted only six days. Within the first few hours, my farm in Manitoba burned to the ground. The blast that destroyed our home came from the same mushroom cloud that killed my wife. I wish it had nuked me, too, but those heartless robots saved me. They also rescued my daughter, so I can’t damn them. She was the only thing keeping me alive… until the metaverse took her away. Yes, I’ve tried to kill myself. I may do it again. But that purple Domesticbot with its pompous British accent keeps on interfering.

"Checking in at the Kraken Hotel, I'd had a niggling feeling I'd wound up in Innsmouth instead of Refuge. A small and secret group who called themselves the Voice of the Thorn were the fosters and guardians of an uncatalogued breed of rose."