The Neural Puppeteer
“The day I finished the brain scanner, I was out of coffee filters,” muttered Virgo, staring at the empty coffee machine as if it…
“The day I finished the brain scanner, I was out of coffee filters,” muttered Virgo, staring at the empty coffee machine as if it…
The day began with the usual hum of machinery and the soft chatter of astronauts floating in the microgravity of the ISS Solaris. Orbiting…
The day began as any ordinary flight, with the plane soaring gracefully through the cerulean sky, a canvas painted with serenity. The weather was…