Gulliver's Fugitives - Keith Sharee
Chapter One
THE END OF EVERYTHING heralded itself as a metallic hum near Montoya’s left ear.
He kept his eyes on the stairs under his feet and marched upward—one short, brown-skinned, gray-haired, slightly overweight man in a crowd of workers at the end of their munitions factory shift.
No need to turn around and look. The hum had to come from a one-eye: a lead-colored object, about the size of a human torso, with a single staring camera eye and a bristling, spiky penumbra of antennae. It ...