<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>SoftWar - Predator, Prey on Studio Mystery</title><link>https://www.studiomystery.com/fiction/softwar-predator-prey/</link><description>Recent content in SoftWar - Predator, Prey on Studio Mystery</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.studiomystery.com/fiction/softwar-predator-prey/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Chapter 4</title><link>https://www.studiomystery.com/fiction/softwar-predator-prey/chapter-4/</link><pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.studiomystery.com/fiction/softwar-predator-prey/chapter-4/</guid><description>&lt;p>No sooner had the chamber pressurized than the door to the port cracked open, just slightly enough to allow the hiss of rushing air to echo through the space. Yuri glanced at the door and watched as it opened slowly. He felt a gentle pull as the low pressure tunnel equalized with the inside of the port.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>Chapter 3</title><link>https://www.studiomystery.com/fiction/softwar-predator-prey/chapter-3/</link><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.studiomystery.com/fiction/softwar-predator-prey/chapter-3/</guid><description>&lt;p>Over the course of the last seven months in the academy, Yuri’s planet-side mech training had covered several skills to effectively navigate around a battlefield. He knew how to use grids and maps to chart friends and target locations, and he found the z axis easy enough to pick up on the fly.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>Chapter 2</title><link>https://www.studiomystery.com/fiction/softwar-predator-prey/chapter-2/</link><pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.studiomystery.com/fiction/softwar-predator-prey/chapter-2/</guid><description>&lt;h2 id="chapter-2">
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&lt;p>Yuri caught up quickly, not wanting to be left behind. The two of them walked across the long steel platform toward the far left side of the massive industrial space. Yuri could see the engineers ahead carrying Hawthorne’s stretcher down the scaffold staircase. They were so high up, the boy felt a bit of vertigo and kept his hand on the railing.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>Chapter 1</title><link>https://www.studiomystery.com/fiction/softwar-predator-prey/chapter-1/</link><pubDate>Sat, 01 Mar 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.studiomystery.com/fiction/softwar-predator-prey/chapter-1/</guid><description>&lt;h2 id="chapter-1">
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&lt;p>A few hours later, on a dark and sandy beach, a few kilometers from the outskirts of New Miami, the young man reclined on his red and yellow beach chair. Waves rolled in slowly and quietly all around. On this lonely beach, he was isolated and free.&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>Chapter 0</title><link>https://www.studiomystery.com/fiction/softwar-predator-prey/chapter-0/</link><pubDate>Sat, 22 Feb 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://www.studiomystery.com/fiction/softwar-predator-prey/chapter-0/</guid><description>&lt;h2 id="chapter-0">
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&lt;p>“Order up! #103?”&lt;/p>
&lt;p>The cook&amp;rsquo;s gray apron and red polo shirt were soaked through with sweat, and his thin mustache and long black hair curled from the humidity behind him. Steam and smoke emerged from the small noodle shop&amp;rsquo;s front window like ghosts escaping the underworld. The short, stocky asian man leaned out, underneath the bright orange neon sign, &lt;em>Lu’s Noodles&lt;/em>, and looked around.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>