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The building is a good fifty stories tall. The office I need to breach is on the thirty-seventh floor. The elevators inside use fingerprinting and voice-command and keycards, and for all my skills I have yet to develop one that’ll fool a computer into thinking I’m someone I’m not. The stairways are equipped with emergency exits. I don’t want to trip the alarms; not quite yet. I still need everyone inside the building.


Guess who's decided to stop giving a fuck about politics and start concentrating on their writing???? Not me. Definitely not. Whoever that is, I admire and fear them, but they are not me. That being said, I know that I can't let my fears about the impending collapse of the world stop my work, because … Continue reading Submissions