Alex pulled the coffee mug from under the drip spout and raised it to his lips. “Thanks, House,” Alex replied. He didn’t know how to address the sentient home, other than to call it House. via Pocket
“Thirty minutes until heart failure” chirps a voice in Mark’s head. He flips through the internal photographs on his heads-up display, but there’s nothing new there. His heart is a confused, rotting lump of electrified meat rattling his ribcage. Fiv…