Diesel punk Stories

Warsaw. June 5, 1949 The bed trembled as the train passed silently by on electro-magnetic rails. Yet another innovation by the fascist’s war machine. It would be nice to imagine that it carried food and medicine but I knew better than that. It carried troops and weapons. Trying not to think about it I sat up, not bothering to cover myself with a sheet. For one, the room was dark. For another, I had not a milligram of mode...