As of right now, I'm in the middle of a transition problem. I have an ending but I feel it's too soon, that more is needed. I never even expected to have an ending already as I never knew where it was going to begin with. This is a very odd but interesting journey that I have invited you to take with me to express my futuristic fantasy that has taken shape in my mind over the past 17 years.
So, what does this mean? Probably, at the very least, two more chapters but has not yet been put together. Like I said, more meat is needed but I at least offer a nibble of what I mulling over to throw in. They are in no particular order and the titles will probably change:
The Creation of James: First and Last Day of the Machine War
Immortal Mistake
Son of a Servant: Washed in blood
The Lie That Never Was
All of these ideas are fully formed in my head or written down. Now is just the process of sorting out what fits where. I hope to have a story for you soon but I make no promises so as to not jinx things.
Thanks for reading my story and being patient.
MCM
After the machine war, most of what was left of humanity left earth to explore the vastness of space. The few that remained became caretakers of the scarred planet under the watchful eye of it's liberator and his peacekeepers, the Servants of Law. (this is a work in progress and may be altered from time to time)
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