While at the beach you decide to write a message in a bottle. What would it say? Who would you like to find it?
“Welcome to Work Precinct 308,” the robotic voice chimed from the self-driving car’s dashboard. The car stopped softly, the windows slowly transitioned from opaque to transparent, and Alan saw his new home for the foreseeable future. It was an old apartment complex, mostly concrete with soft edges, with blacked out windows and strong metal doors with bars. The front office was designed like a hotel … Continue reading The Department for Mutated Persons – Chapter 2