Swish. Swish. Swish. The rhythm was the good part of the job.

He dipped the mop into the bucket, squeezed it through the wringer. Swish. Swish. A …

"Where will all the people live?" asked the soft, feminine voice.

"In new houses," Devin replied.

"How will you build them?"

"I can use humongous …

Colonel Illya Sokolov whistled as he walked along the spacecraft’s undercarriage. She was a massive machine, almost fifty-eight meters long with …