Massive Disaster 5-34A

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The lakehouse living room stretched out around them, all sharp edges and engineered calm. Black and white minimalism soaked in dying sunlight, punctuated by curated splashes of cobalt where Zedd had gotten sentimental about color theory after feeling comfortable in the space. Floor-to-ceiling glass along the western wall framed the whole thing like a goddamn…

The shockwave of concussive fire rattled through Dev’s bulky-fucking-battle suit the boss called the “Combat-Ready VEST Mk 3”, the boots of the suit grinding into the pavement as he braced against the kick and fired the fucking thing again. And again. The first two shots slammed into a walking hunk of metal but he wasn’t done…

Smoke curled slow and steady, catching in the pale blue glow of the feeds, twisting in the recycled air. The room was quiet. No noise but the low, steady hum of machines, the flicker of shifting data. The seated man took a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember pulsing, fading. “TEEN TECH PRODIGY OPENS…

Massive Disaster XVII – o – o – o – o – o – o – o –​ Everything hit in pieces. Static first, crawling under his skin, humming through his teeth, chewing at the edges of his skull. Too loud. Too quiet. The kind of silence that buzzed. His body didn’t belong to him. Arms,…

Nova Kasiopea University smelled like pretension and overpriced caf (which was the best kind of caf, really).  Zedd caught the faint whiff of both as he adjusted his aviators in the backstage prep area of the university-colony’s primary auditorium, the blue lenses displaying a dozen scrolling diagnostics he scanned out of habit rather than necessity….