Notes, fragments, and strange signals from the edge of story.

A fiercely independent scavver boy doesn’t expect his next salvage to be an overprotective butler bot, but now his very survival depends on him.

A boy. A bot. An apocalypse.

The main theme, though, is one of loneliness / lack of connection, which made the relationship between the protagonist and Bits very endearing. — Emmie Christie, Writer Spotlight

I saw the wreckage as soon as I crested the hill. Twists of metal, bent crane limbs, burnt servos. And what was left of Rigs—torn apart and scattered like the broken pieces of a child’s doll in a junkyard. Limbs still twitching. The sharp smell of burned engine oil hung in the air.

Scampering around the remains—tumbletots. Six of them that I could see. Completely feral and permanently children. Or maybe they never lived long enough to mature. Naked and dirt-streaked. Backs bristling with spikes of scrap metal like a protective shell. Their wild hair and eyes a mutant white. Arrows of sunlight glinted off their jagged, needle-sharp chrome teeth. They ate scrap. Metal or organic, didn’t matter to them.

In Lightspeed Magazine, Issue #195, August 2026. Read