Infronics

Original Cindy and Max’s Apartment, Sector 5, Seattle – November 12, 10:00 pm Max stood at the door, her hand raised. She didn’t want to startle Original Cindy, but it was her home. She was home. As she continued to mull over her options, the door swung open. “Damn, girl, I wondered how long it… Read more

Seattle Street Krit and Syl, accompanied by another young man and woman, walked down a crowded side street in a run-down neighborhood, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. Krit pointed to a sign that read Chin Wo. �That�s got to be it, Syl. China Wok. It�s just missing a couple of letters,� he said,… Read more

Seattle –  near Terminal City In the dim light of the predawn, four men wearing bomber jackets emblazoned with �Portland Freedom Fighters� stalked the alleys near Terminal City. They had the carriage of high school football stars: clean-cut, athletic, confident. They were young enough that their glory days were not far behind them, so they… Read more

Oxford Avenue, Terminal City � Wednesday, November 3, afternoon Max kicked up a small pile of leaves as she stepped into one of the small green areas of Terminal City.� About a block long and a hundred yards wide, it held a few large trees that had survived the poison of the chemical spill twelve… Read more