Season 1 of ATL: Stories from the Retrofuture is over. Nice work, y’all! You read through the whole darn thing. Let’s talk about some stuff.
Year: 2019
It’s another morning at the Peach Towers branch of the Atlanta Cares Bank. Another morning where Mr. Larkins is ranting about something or another in
“I love you.” “I appreciate you.” “Oh, Morgan. You’re so kind.” R8PR gives a hearty, digitized chuckle and spins around like a ballerina. He’s in
“It happens in, like, every movie,” Karina says. “They get to the airport, they stand in front of the security checkpoint, and then all those
Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch! I throw the newspaper. It hits my CRT and then all its pages spread out across the floor. Agh, that’s gonna
Gunfire in the distance. Figures trading punches. The rumbling of explosions. A metallic body running in the distance. My body screaming at me for every
“R8PR!” I shout. “Can you help me defeat this guy?” “Not yet,” he replies, separated from by a distance of about ten armed guards. “This
This may seem like an off-topic tangent, but I have to say that I actually kinda resent the term “cyborg.” the first thing you think
“Hey, R8PR, you wanna give me a hand with these guys?” I ask. “Fresh out of hands,” he replies. “I didn’t even realize the pun
“We are the Ascendants! We will advance!” the cloaked figures shout.