Matt still felt his heart thumping, his fingers reaching again and again for the new tattoo at the base of his neck. It was simple, a circular design of two arching lines, a stylized ouroboros with an ID marking inside, a design like a bar code and the unified symbols. Reformer. Autonomous. Stable. It marked him and set him apart. It was required by law to be at an easily visible vital area. It meant that killing him was under no circumstance a criminal offense and that his human rights were no

Jet Natarajan growled to himself as he climbed the strangler fig ladder. Today he would put Manzi in his place, namely, his gut. Jet’s tight shorts became a little tighter as the black panther thought about it, but he tried to put it out of his mind for now, he had to get through algebra and economics before gym class when he would be able to remind the monkey boy who was the star athlete and who was the third string bitch boy. Just to show off, rather than climbing up the last bit, Jet fl