Mr. Mero: 2XXX

This is Part Four of a short fiction.

Part OnePart TwoPart Three

J-Seven associated the tonal countdown that had come bursting into his eardrum implants with progress. Not only did it represent the end of his duly allotted rest period, but it also signalled the start of a personal learning phase. He had another two of these scheduled, and he contemplated what might help to drive him through them. His upcoming briefing concerned History, a subject far too removed from the future he placed his true interest in.

At least Vitrius’ latest model was a greater comfort on the temples, which resulted in an appreciated lack of headaches.…   [continue reading]

Mr. Mero: 20XX

This is Part Three of a short fiction.

Part One — Part Two — Part Four

Mr. Mero’s morning was off to a promising start. As advertised, an anaesthetic injection had worked wonders on his surprisingly decrepit spine, allowing him to stand without agony. It gave him the extra energy to program the MatterMate properly, which led to a much richer approximation of tea and toast. But a phone call the previous evening was the real reason for his mood.

The conversation suggested his involvement in Vitrius’ latest prototype. Their contact meant that he could get personal access to an exciting, if elusive, new development.…   [continue reading]