February 22, 2025 at 10:58 PM
Underfoot lay a shattered and flinty floor. Filthy windows barely lit the cavernous space where they would stage the illicit kitchen. Big question: how to disguise aromatic steam issuing from old chimneys?
#blueskyrelay #prompt #space/flinty #hbp119 #write #Iamwriting
#blueskyrelay #prompt #space/flinty #hbp119 #write #Iamwriting
Concept: Manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. #hbp119
February 22, 2025 at 5:30 PM
Underfoot lay a shattered and flinty floor. Filthy windows barely lit the cavernous space where they would stage the illicit kitchen. Big question: how to disguise aromatic steam issuing from old chimneys?
#blueskyrelay #prompt #space/flinty #hbp119 #write #Iamwriting
#blueskyrelay #prompt #space/flinty #hbp119 #write #Iamwriting
The abandoned factory fell into disuse years ago, her curiosity leading her to the entrance, seeing all the lights on inside and hearing machinery at work through the slight gap.
She stifled a gasp when her landscaper husband picked up a bow and arrow and pointed it to where she stood.
#hbp119
She stifled a gasp when her landscaper husband picked up a bow and arrow and pointed it to where she stood.
#hbp119
Concept: Manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. #hbp119
February 23, 2025 at 11:18 PM
The abandoned factory fell into disuse years ago, her curiosity leading her to the entrance, seeing all the lights on inside and hearing machinery at work through the slight gap.
She stifled a gasp when her landscaper husband picked up a bow and arrow and pointed it to where she stood.
#hbp119
She stifled a gasp when her landscaper husband picked up a bow and arrow and pointed it to where she stood.
#hbp119
"I would have gotten away with it, too!"
"How?" I asked, looking at the burning building in disbelief. A rafter fell, the loud thud echoing across the empty parking lot. "Your lab literally just blew up in front of us. There was absolutely no way you'd have gotten away with it."
#hbp119
"How?" I asked, looking at the burning building in disbelief. A rafter fell, the loud thud echoing across the empty parking lot. "Your lab literally just blew up in front of us. There was absolutely no way you'd have gotten away with it."
#hbp119
Concept: Manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. #hbp119
February 22, 2025 at 10:22 PM
"I would have gotten away with it, too!"
"How?" I asked, looking at the burning building in disbelief. A rafter fell, the loud thud echoing across the empty parking lot. "Your lab literally just blew up in front of us. There was absolutely no way you'd have gotten away with it."
#hbp119
"How?" I asked, looking at the burning building in disbelief. A rafter fell, the loud thud echoing across the empty parking lot. "Your lab literally just blew up in front of us. There was absolutely no way you'd have gotten away with it."
#hbp119
“Report.”
“Lau’s chasing down the last two. No incidents.”
I nod, looking around. Broken windows but clean floors and equipment… “When you get ‘em, identify the brains, then dispose of the rest. Collect the stuff. This is quality, there’s value to extract.”
“What’d they make?”
“Insulin.”
#hbp119
“Lau’s chasing down the last two. No incidents.”
I nod, looking around. Broken windows but clean floors and equipment… “When you get ‘em, identify the brains, then dispose of the rest. Collect the stuff. This is quality, there’s value to extract.”
“What’d they make?”
“Insulin.”
#hbp119
February 22, 2025 at 6:31 PM
“Report.”
“Lau’s chasing down the last two. No incidents.”
I nod, looking around. Broken windows but clean floors and equipment… “When you get ‘em, identify the brains, then dispose of the rest. Collect the stuff. This is quality, there’s value to extract.”
“What’d they make?”
“Insulin.”
#hbp119
“Lau’s chasing down the last two. No incidents.”
I nod, looking around. Broken windows but clean floors and equipment… “When you get ‘em, identify the brains, then dispose of the rest. Collect the stuff. This is quality, there’s value to extract.”
“What’d they make?”
“Insulin.”
#hbp119
Ira frowned as the team tore up more of the flooring. "Box it up & label it as evidence. It doesn't leave your sight until it's safe at the station."
One step closer to the traffickers, to stopping their supply. Too many children had been exposed already.
Dreams, after all, were dangerous. #hbp119
One step closer to the traffickers, to stopping their supply. Too many children had been exposed already.
Dreams, after all, were dangerous. #hbp119
Concept: Manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. #hbp119
February 23, 2025 at 12:51 AM
Ira frowned as the team tore up more of the flooring. "Box it up & label it as evidence. It doesn't leave your sight until it's safe at the station."
One step closer to the traffickers, to stopping their supply. Too many children had been exposed already.
Dreams, after all, were dangerous. #hbp119
One step closer to the traffickers, to stopping their supply. Too many children had been exposed already.
Dreams, after all, were dangerous. #hbp119
"Look. I found a perfect place."
"You lost yo mind!"
"There's a problem?"
"This is in The Zone."
"So, it's at the edge."
"So I'm not getting my blood drained by Fangs for your illegal shit."
"Fangs is only a gang name."
"Hell no! You really not from here if you think that!"
#hbp119
#sff
#vss
"You lost yo mind!"
"There's a problem?"
"This is in The Zone."
"So, it's at the edge."
"So I'm not getting my blood drained by Fangs for your illegal shit."
"Fangs is only a gang name."
"Hell no! You really not from here if you think that!"
#hbp119
#sff
#vss
Concept: Manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. #hbp119
February 23, 2025 at 12:01 AM
"So, how was Gibson able to manufacture the Androids?" Bailey whispered.
"We treated like we were making drugs. Before we used to put them in an abandoned factory and those Android parts were like contraband," Cosmo said. "Then, the NPA got close so we them in a warehouse." #hbp119
"We treated like we were making drugs. Before we used to put them in an abandoned factory and those Android parts were like contraband," Cosmo said. "Then, the NPA got close so we them in a warehouse." #hbp119
Concept: Manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. #hbp119
February 22, 2025 at 9:11 PM
"So, how was Gibson able to manufacture the Androids?" Bailey whispered.
"We treated like we were making drugs. Before we used to put them in an abandoned factory and those Android parts were like contraband," Cosmo said. "Then, the NPA got close so we them in a warehouse." #hbp119
"We treated like we were making drugs. Before we used to put them in an abandoned factory and those Android parts were like contraband," Cosmo said. "Then, the NPA got close so we them in a warehouse." #hbp119
#hbp119
Black market demand for the Turtlcam far outpaced production. And between the non-state actors and original developers of its FCS, there wasn't much Happybutt Enterprises could do other than move production to an abandoned factory in the Rust Belt, where folks still thought it was a toy.
Black market demand for the Turtlcam far outpaced production. And between the non-state actors and original developers of its FCS, there wasn't much Happybutt Enterprises could do other than move production to an abandoned factory in the Rust Belt, where folks still thought it was a toy.
Concept: Manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. #hbp119
February 23, 2025 at 12:16 AM
#hbp119
Black market demand for the Turtlcam far outpaced production. And between the non-state actors and original developers of its FCS, there wasn't much Happybutt Enterprises could do other than move production to an abandoned factory in the Rust Belt, where folks still thought it was a toy.
Black market demand for the Turtlcam far outpaced production. And between the non-state actors and original developers of its FCS, there wasn't much Happybutt Enterprises could do other than move production to an abandoned factory in the Rust Belt, where folks still thought it was a toy.
Deep in the abandoned factory, molten sugar pools in rusted molds. Conveyor belts sputter, spitting out soft, illicit contraband—☁️, 🔥, 🍡, and the prize of the black market - The boss smirks. “Marshmallow emojis sell fast. Everyone loves a little forbidden sweetness.”
#hbp119
#hbp119
Concept: Manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. #hbp119
February 22, 2025 at 8:05 PM
Deep in the abandoned factory, molten sugar pools in rusted molds. Conveyor belts sputter, spitting out soft, illicit contraband—☁️, 🔥, 🍡, and the prize of the black market - The boss smirks. “Marshmallow emojis sell fast. Everyone loves a little forbidden sweetness.”
#hbp119
#hbp119
#hbp119
"Yes! Yes!"
The good doctor cackled as his creation was raised from the vat; a singular rubber duck.
It had taken ages to forage for the molds and the assemblage, but now, here, in a new age, Dr. Tardigrade in his musty factory would produce all the world's rubber ducks.
Diabolical.
"Yes! Yes!"
The good doctor cackled as his creation was raised from the vat; a singular rubber duck.
It had taken ages to forage for the molds and the assemblage, but now, here, in a new age, Dr. Tardigrade in his musty factory would produce all the world's rubber ducks.
Diabolical.
February 22, 2025 at 8:29 PM
#hbp119
"Yes! Yes!"
The good doctor cackled as his creation was raised from the vat; a singular rubber duck.
It had taken ages to forage for the molds and the assemblage, but now, here, in a new age, Dr. Tardigrade in his musty factory would produce all the world's rubber ducks.
Diabolical.
"Yes! Yes!"
The good doctor cackled as his creation was raised from the vat; a singular rubber duck.
It had taken ages to forage for the molds and the assemblage, but now, here, in a new age, Dr. Tardigrade in his musty factory would produce all the world's rubber ducks.
Diabolical.
"How'd'ya know this's the place?" Pill carefully picked their way through the maze of broken down machinery in the dark.
Zeke stopped. "Shhh. Ya' hear that?"
Pill did not hear anything.
"Tha's the sound ofa zillion bills comin' our way, Pilly."
#hbp119
Zeke stopped. "Shhh. Ya' hear that?"
Pill did not hear anything.
"Tha's the sound ofa zillion bills comin' our way, Pilly."
#hbp119
Concept: Manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. #hbp119
February 22, 2025 at 9:07 PM
"How'd'ya know this's the place?" Pill carefully picked their way through the maze of broken down machinery in the dark.
Zeke stopped. "Shhh. Ya' hear that?"
Pill did not hear anything.
"Tha's the sound ofa zillion bills comin' our way, Pilly."
#hbp119
Zeke stopped. "Shhh. Ya' hear that?"
Pill did not hear anything.
"Tha's the sound ofa zillion bills comin' our way, Pilly."
#hbp119
The factory of lies had lain abandoned during the Rational Times, for then we had no need of fabrications, or of promises that rusted before their time. But now, demand for falsehoods had never been higher, and the old machinery was fired up once again. The Age of Confusion was back.
#hbp119 #vss 💙
#hbp119 #vss 💙
Concept: Manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. #hbp119
February 22, 2025 at 10:16 PM
It takes genius, manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. Making the science work with inadequate tools. Adapting to the wrong shapes. Overcoming bad smells and goofy tastes. Take my friend there making ripoff M&Ms from a long abandoned plastic molder using outdated pellets…
#hbp119
#hbp119
Concept: Manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. #hbp119
February 22, 2025 at 7:48 PM
It takes genius, manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. Making the science work with inadequate tools. Adapting to the wrong shapes. Overcoming bad smells and goofy tastes. Take my friend there making ripoff M&Ms from a long abandoned plastic molder using outdated pellets…
#hbp119
#hbp119
After The Blue Flame Explosion in ought-six, Flatus V imposes strict rules around #fart production. Harnessing the power of farts for fuel is so lucrative that abandoned factories across the planet still manufacture contraband gas. The black market trade is silent, but deadly.
#Vss365 #hbp119
#Vss365 #hbp119
February 22, 2025 at 10:26 PM
Despite strict government regulations, harnessing #farts for fuel is so lucrative that abandoned factories across Flatus V manufacture contraband gas at a silent, but deadly rate. Police let rip the raids, but can't find who dealt it. Officials say the whole thing just stinks.
#Vss365 #hbp119
#Vss365 #hbp119
February 22, 2025 at 10:03 PM
Feeling like a villain
Or clandestine hero
When I found it
Abandoned
Relic of recent past
I knew just what
To manufacture
Little bit of happiness
For my fellow man
Secret joy
That seemed
Extinct
They took everything
These so called leaders
Call my goods
Black market
Exuberance
#hbp119
Or clandestine hero
When I found it
Abandoned
Relic of recent past
I knew just what
To manufacture
Little bit of happiness
For my fellow man
Secret joy
That seemed
Extinct
They took everything
These so called leaders
Call my goods
Black market
Exuberance
#hbp119
Concept: Manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. #hbp119
February 22, 2025 at 2:18 PM
Feeling like a villain
Or clandestine hero
When I found it
Abandoned
Relic of recent past
I knew just what
To manufacture
Little bit of happiness
For my fellow man
Secret joy
That seemed
Extinct
They took everything
These so called leaders
Call my goods
Black market
Exuberance
#hbp119
Or clandestine hero
When I found it
Abandoned
Relic of recent past
I knew just what
To manufacture
Little bit of happiness
For my fellow man
Secret joy
That seemed
Extinct
They took everything
These so called leaders
Call my goods
Black market
Exuberance
#hbp119
Workers scurried around makeshift stations under improvised lighting. The agents watched from a shadowy walkway above.
"Amazing; without that tip you'd never know they were in this dump."
"Smart; using this old factory."
"Standard approach?"
"It is a classic."
They drew their sidearms.
#hbp119
"Amazing; without that tip you'd never know they were in this dump."
"Smart; using this old factory."
"Standard approach?"
"It is a classic."
They drew their sidearms.
#hbp119
Concept: Manufacturing contraband in an abandoned factory. #hbp119
February 22, 2025 at 4:57 PM
Workers scurried around makeshift stations under improvised lighting. The agents watched from a shadowy walkway above.
"Amazing; without that tip you'd never know they were in this dump."
"Smart; using this old factory."
"Standard approach?"
"It is a classic."
They drew their sidearms.
#hbp119
"Amazing; without that tip you'd never know they were in this dump."
"Smart; using this old factory."
"Standard approach?"
"It is a classic."
They drew their sidearms.
#hbp119