#166: The Tele-Organic Health Food Co-Op

On a fifteen-minute break from her job at the Tele-Organic Health Food Co-Op, Cody Revell sat on a weathered picnic table next to the store’s small parking lot, reading a copy of the daily newspaper, The Detroit Day. She was also smoking a light cigarette, a habit she’d picked up since landing on late twentieth-century earth.

#164: Roberts

Agent Lemon Lime woke with a start. “Did you hear that?” she asked. It had sounded to her like a thud, a boom, in the distance, like an artillery shell in war.

#160: Telegraph Road

Lemon Lime had a mind of her own.

#153: The Blow Dryer

The orbiting killer satellite of the Ivy-Covered Halls of Higher Learning made for a pretty picture against the stars and black space and misty-white horizon of Earth. Shaped like a handheld hair pistol, but scaled a thousand times bigger, it amply earned the nickname agents of ICHHL called it—the Blow Dryer.