Author: roman

Theo slapped several of his many pockets until he found what he was looking for and then pulled it out. He unrolled it and I saw that it was a red crumpled baseball cap with some white lettering on it.  “Now comes the second act of...

I realized I was so captivated by Theo’s every word that I forgot to chew on my sandwich. “You see, what you call a soul is a sort of a projection of a multidimensional being into our three-dimensional reality. That’s why it’s so elusive for your...

“Don’t be shy, have a seat. You must be hungry,” Theo said. “Can I… Can I have a glass of water please?” I managed to say with a considerable effort. Suddenly, my tongue felt like dry sandpaper. “I have a better idea. Why don’t I get you...

I sat on the ground behind the green box, so the engineer of the oncoming train would not see me. When I peeped out to check out the approaching train, I could only see its bright  headlights. It turned out to be a green GO...

The rental e-scooter was rolling quietly in the bike lane, basically driving and gently steering itself, with minimal involvement on my part. I had time to look around. I was especially wary of newer Teslas and any other smart cars maneuvering nearby, but so far...

“What does this mean?” I demanded.  “I’m asking you the same question! I feel embarrassed, being a security expert and all, allowing my workstation to be hijacked like that. This thing has just appeared on my screen 5 minutes before you arrived and I have no...

Somehow we managed a fifteen-minute walk to my friend’s apartment without getting killed by a possessed car or a zombie bus. Hopefully, that meant that my sorry excuse of a disguise was enough to throw off face recognition software. Or maybe, a thought cautiously crawled...

The transfer from the bus to the subway went smoothly.  The subway had that sterile, clean and yet slightly run-down look that didn’t encourage people to linger. Everything was off-white or neutral-colored and eyes had nothing to stop at, not even ads, which were still vigorously...

I was feeling awkward as I addressed the girl sitting across the aisle again, the way I usually felt when trying to talk to girls, but I actually had a reason this time: “Err… Listen, I don't know how to say this without freaking you...

I looked around, squinting, trying to clear my vision. My ears were still ringing. But I was alive, and in one piece, and that counted for something. Alas, you could not say the same about my poor car, still coughing up smoke in the bushes...