Moebius is serialized fiction about an indie private detective hired to solve crimes related to technology. This is the first edition. Published every fortnight, Subscribe to get it in your inbox #1 Wave Navigation Part 1: World War 3 We were back in Majuro atoll, the capital of the Marshall Islands. The palm trees lining the coast reminded me of home back in India. No one exchanged words on the way back. When we got out of the canoe, Riz gestured in the direction of what looked like a dome without a roof, with the metal truss left behind, and said, “We should talk about this more at the Peace Park, we have a couple more hours here, and I’ve never been there.” Quick google search between looking over standard NDA docs on our way there told me that the Japanese built the Peace Park after the Second World War. The Marshall Islands was briefly under their control before the Americans won it in the Pacific Theatre of the second world war. The sound of the palm trees rustling in the wind and the breeze from the ocean had begun to put me in a trance about the scale of the War when Riz broke me out of it. “Quite the place to contemplate the next war, don’t you think?”
#2 Lot of Exposition
#2 Lot of Exposition
#2 Lot of Exposition
Moebius is serialized fiction about an indie private detective hired to solve crimes related to technology. This is the first edition. Published every fortnight, Subscribe to get it in your inbox #1 Wave Navigation Part 1: World War 3 We were back in Majuro atoll, the capital of the Marshall Islands. The palm trees lining the coast reminded me of home back in India. No one exchanged words on the way back. When we got out of the canoe, Riz gestured in the direction of what looked like a dome without a roof, with the metal truss left behind, and said, “We should talk about this more at the Peace Park, we have a couple more hours here, and I’ve never been there.” Quick google search between looking over standard NDA docs on our way there told me that the Japanese built the Peace Park after the Second World War. The Marshall Islands was briefly under their control before the Americans won it in the Pacific Theatre of the second world war. The sound of the palm trees rustling in the wind and the breeze from the ocean had begun to put me in a trance about the scale of the War when Riz broke me out of it. “Quite the place to contemplate the next war, don’t you think?”