LilFluff Is a regular at no-procrastination He's a writer and occasional vector-graphics learner.

Have a read or three; they're fun and short and self-contained

Mature Content

  Rough Draft - Discrimination"The power of discrimination?" Rick looked around the room, "I didn't think people admitted that so casually anymore. Are the wraparound sunglasses the new pointy hoods?"
"Not that kind of discrimination dork."
"Then why do you call it that?"
Nolan looked up at the ceiling, "Freshmen, they think they know everything already. Powers terminology was developed almost a century ago."
"Whatev', what's it mean."
"Hand me that note." Nolan pulled a glove off and let the sheet of paper rest in his hand. "Cellulose, silica, not enough fiber to call it a rag paper they probably just wanted to brag about it on the packaging." Lifting the note to his nose he pulled out a pair of nasal plugs and sniffed at it once. "Trace amounts of polyvinyl alcohol, with the silica I'd say this was sold as a matte inkjet paper... Not from the campus store, it still smells a bit like the Paperclip Office Supplies store on Seventh Street."
"You got all that from touching it and a sniff?"
"Those were just the highli  Mecha Hero?Stupid aliens. Stupid alien invasions. TV lied. Becoming a mecha pilot was supposed to be awesome. How'd he end up doing this?
"Unit Green Two, ready for launch?"
"Green Two, ready."
It was as if a giant kicked the back of his seat when the electromagnetic catapult grabbed his two ton walking robot and flung it into the night sky. A bare thirty seconds of free fall before the magnetic chute deployed, it's invisible wings of force slowing him to land with muffled thuds on the city pavement.
"Green Two, I've landed at the designated zone. No activity in the area."
"Roger Green Two, proceed with mission."
"Proceeding." Stepping the robot out from the red painted grid of the landing pad he looked up and down the street before calling out to the robot's AI. "Deploy sprayers."
Nozzles appeared at the ends of the robot's arms, spraying a lightly foaming liquid from where he stood to the next light. "Retract sprayers. Deploy vacuum."
He reached up as a box opened on the back of his robot. Grab  The Second OptionDavid had no idea what the college was thinking. Surely they couldn't believe such research would be tolerated even if the fools in the government dropped the ban. Even one member short, his team would soon put a stop to it. Poor Wilkes would be disappointed to miss the excitement. Who'd ever heard of someone being recalled to active duty just to have their vaccinations brought up to date.
"Damn fool." There was nothing David could do but watch as Mikhail was taken from the airport in handcuffs. What kind of idiot allowed a library fine to fester to the point it became a felony? That would need to be brought up at the next meeting. Anyone who could manage that wasn't someone they needed to have on a strike team.
David knew the old adage well. Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. But three times, oh yes the third time it's enemy action. If they were lucky Juan and Amanda would make it out of the terminal without their weapons being detected, but not in time to catch up. The rest