Vulcan Automata - Hiring Practices - Part 2
The car that arrived was swish, and couldn't have looked more out of place in the shabby neighbourhood of Lower Hampstead if it tried. It was all smooth polymers, clean glass and gravitic manipulators that allow it to hover along the ground. It was...
Vulcan Automata - Hiring Practices - Part 1
It was raining in Upper Hamstead, a heavy, British rainstorm, as regulated and mandated by the climate control centre. Thick raindrops pattered onto the ground, rolled off into the parks, flowerbeds and long rows of trees filling the many broad avenues...
Vulcan Automata - Hiring Practices - Part 4
Cinnamon followed Rolls down a long curving corridor, the left hand wall was glass looking out from Pimlico Eternity across the mega-spires of Upper London. To the right the wall was covered in terracotta tiles, interspersed with bright metallic doors....
Vulcan Automata - Hiring Practices - Part 7
Whistler fired a gas jet and moved his body a couple of inches to the right as he drifted off centre from the massive girder that was his target. It was a silent correction, there was no air through which sound could travel. As liberating as it was to...
Vulcan Automata - Hiring Practices - Part 6
The remainder of the cinnamon coloured template melted into the surmelle's body. The final plates enclosing his legs and waist taking on a smooth, rubberised sheen as they finished locking into place. Looking at himself in the mirror Cinnamon was...
Vulcan Automata - Hiring Practices - Part 5
Taluthus had escorted Whistler away from the plush carpeted reception halls and down a flight of bare metal stairs towards a large service lift that ran through the core of Pimlico Eternal. The large orange and black vulcanised fox was silent, arms...
Vulcan Automata - Hiring Practices - Part 3
The contracts had been long, involved and a bit complicated. Cinnamon still wasn't entirely sure he had understood everything, but the nice fox Rolls had explained everything in simple terms. He was also well on his way to seeing Nutmeg again, which he...