Posted by J.R. Blackwell on August 31, 2005 · Leave a Comment
The worst had happened. I was in the care of Beloved Uncle, the public face of the Eastern Police. He had been appointed as a Machiavellian move, the political men who installed him meant to allow him a reign of outrageous violence to quell the populists and then kill him and replace him with someone [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on August 30, 2005 · Leave a Comment
It’d be funny if I could still laugh. Instead I sit here smiling, waiting for the nurse, smiling at the white and the clean and the pure. I hate smiling. She’s smiling back at me too, her teeth as white as the walls, undoubtedly brushed with the same sanitizer. I want to punch her but [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on August 29, 2005 · Leave a Comment
It didn’t look like much of a robot. It was soft and lumpy and didn’t have any flashing lights or make any noises beyond a low hum. But it could hold a drink tray steady enough to entertain at parties, so she was satisfied. Its warm battery was also a comfort on lonely, chilly evenings. [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on August 28, 2005 · Leave a Comment
April was a maintenance worker, so she lived on the inner ring. The cheaper quarters meant less gravity and thinner air, but it rarely bothered her. In fact, after five years in the belly of the satellite she found herself nauseated by the full gravity of the outer ring. Out there, her mop shed water [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on August 27, 2005 · Leave a Comment
For Naru, and for Mae’s bedroom wall. I had a scrambler at home, up on the shelf where it wouldn’t be noticed even if someone was looking. It was long and thin, like the baton they used to wave over your body when you set off the metal detectors at airline security. I always kept [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on August 26, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“No, I don’t think you understand. Let me tell you about death.†The mechanic’s subject blinked. The mechanic allowed himself a bit of wonder at the ingenuity behind that movement. It did nothing; the subject’s glass eyes were not cleaned or refreshed with liquid. And yet, it did everything for the person watching the blink. [...]
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Posted by B. York on August 25, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Riktor ducked beneath a broken beam in the house and kept his live porta-mic on at his side. The satchel strapped around his left shoulder hugged him tightly. “This is Rik Vance with Underground Union reporting to you from housing project 56.” He heard the groans coming from down the hallway and the din of [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on August 24, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Two weeks ago Forsythia moved into a new apartment in a beautiful old high-rise. Everything there was antique, from the dark wood paneling to the rich carpeting. It was a far cry from the decaying 20th century-style cinderblock tower that Forsythia used to live in. There were multiple elevators, each shiny brass. Ever since she [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on August 23, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Her hair is wet and stringy with amniogel and the tips of her fingers are wrinkled. She is thrashing around as much as the restraints will let her, choking and vomiting the pink nutrient liquid. This one is well-preserved. The centuries have left her untouched. Her small breasts are quivering with each gasp and tears [...]
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Posted by B. York on August 22, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Kadence smiled, looking over the vast rolling hills of sun soaked wheat. Her hair waved in the wind and the world seemed to pause to give her innocent beauty notice. Palestine approached from behind with soft footsteps, coming to watch the same glorious picture. “It’s… without comprehension.” Kadence couldn’t stop herself from grinning wider. She [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on August 21, 2005 · Leave a Comment
When Ren won the global lottery he thought his handheld had been hacked. He knew his chances of winning were small but he bought his tickets daily just like everyone else. The ads said that you paid for the excitement of playing and Ren knew it was true. As soon as he got the news [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on August 20, 2005 · Leave a Comment
We are using your ankles, he said. She sat in the cold plastic chair, watching the scientist twirl the vial of her blood. Only my ankles? You have strong ankles. They hold your feet well. He put the tube in a plastic holder. The top of the tube was red and black swirled. She wondered [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on August 19, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Down the hill, past the cornfields, just north of Brattleboro and west of New Hampshire is a bend in the river that they call Deo’s Hole. It’s a deep place that comes just after some tame rapids, a perfect swimming hole that just happens to have a rocky outcropping above it from which children have [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on August 18, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“I’m going to have to break this off, Siobahn.†Rupert hadn’t been looking forward to this, and the confusion on the poor girl’s eyes only made it worse. He had chosen one of the more romantic dungeons to break this news to her, and that may have been a mistake. “I do not understand. Was [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on August 17, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Her name was Bianca. She was thirteen. She only spoke French. No one spoke French. The resistance brought her here after she’d been hit by a Federated tank. The gash stretched from her ribcage to her hip, opening up like a silent and thirsty mouth. I realized, after the third hour, that there was nothing [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on August 16, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“I still don’t understand how anyone could justify putting a little kid through this.†Quinn’s father glared at the doctor, viciously protective. The doctor shrugged. “It’s to discourage use. They didn’t intend it for little kids.†His mother had been begging hopelessly against the policy all morning. “Then why does he have to do it?†[...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on August 15, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“So what about ‘light blue’ or ‘dark blue’? Can I just say ‘tinoh ekilit’ and ‘tinoh saikilit’? Or do you have to use a separate word?†“No, no, you’re missing the point. They don’t have light blue or dark blue. It’s either blue or it isn’t.†“But they have words for light and dark, so [...]
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Posted by B. York on August 14, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Turning a page in the magazine, Martha looked up to glance around at the others waiting in the lobby. The sound of dizzying muzak resonated around the off-white walls. She was nervous, but she had no reason to be. She was going to help a lot of people. Across the room there was a small [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on August 13, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Which one of you did I go to the DEX with last night? Fess up fuckers, cause one of you left me floating in R-space without my pants. At first, I didn’t even know I was awake, there was light inside of my head and I couldn’t make it dark. Then I realized that my [...]
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Posted by B. York on August 12, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“They’re shutting down another museum?” Michael groaned as he turned the page over. “Who do these guys think they are? There’s like, what… two museums in the world left?” Michael’s co-worker slowly raised his head above the cubicle and cocked a brow. “Mike, do you ever listen to what you say? Let it go, man [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on August 11, 2005 · Leave a Comment
The day Korea went silent was the greatest single act of terror the world has ever known. There were no bombs in Samsungs tower, no poisonous explosions, no shootings, no crystal night. There was only that quiet dormant virus, spreading silently from one person to another, insidiously latching itself inside the most sensitive human organ. [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on August 10, 2005 · Leave a Comment
I’ve been expecting you. You’re going to ask me if I’ve heard what the Fleet of Ages found on their return trip. I have. Wasn’t surprised when I heard it, either. I never could wait. That was my problem. That was a failing we all shared. I used to think that, more than any man, [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on August 9, 2005 · Leave a Comment
for my mother Dan Huckabee was the type of guy that nobody liked at parties, unless it was a party filled with the same type of guy that Dan Huckabee happened to be. He talked too much. Some people talk too little at parties, and nobody likes them, but nobody liked a guy who went [...]
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Posted by B. York on August 8, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“Damn, we’re in a tight spot!” Simon had never seen a more troublesome mentor in all of his training. He just sat wide-eyed with two suitcases in his arms, stuffed behind a pile of debris from their bridge-port fight, his legs poking out. Simon’s maverick mentor Alabaster Jones was firing a X347 over the cover [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on August 7, 2005 · Leave a Comment
A professor of mine once said that creativity was the last resort of losers. That it was an evolutionary quirk, of no more merit than a giraffe’s elongated neck or a platypus’s duckbill. That from an evolutionary standpoint, creativity was not worth mentioning, and worth even less compared to something like flight. Speaking of which, [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on August 6, 2005 · Leave a Comment
On rainy days, on days when the air smelled like ozone and soot and water fell swollen with chronoradiation, Anton climbed to the roof of the tallest building in Pripyat to watch the sun peel the clouds from the horizon at sunset. The first nine blocks were easy: he pushed the girl ahead of him [...]
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Posted by B. York on August 5, 2005 · Leave a Comment
“Did you hear about the breakout on the southside?” Alison twisted her head around to watch Misty pulling off her decontamination helmet, which emitted a soft suction sound as her head popped out of the air-tight seal. “What? I couldn’t hear you through this. You know I hate it when you do that.” Misty shook [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on August 4, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Carol laughed, her plump cheeks rising over tiny eyes. “Admit it, you’re a genius.” Jude shook his head and his dark silky hair slipped over his pale face. “I do okay, but I wouldn’t say I’m a genius.” Carol smirked and put her hands on her fleshy hips. “How about Renaissance man? Come on! When [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on August 3, 2005 · Leave a Comment
In the evenings I would go into the studio, tablet in hand, and sit there for hours, just sketching. My husband had bought me a full-wall screen for our last anniversary, finally giving in to the idea that without my art, we wouldn’t have had a marriage. After twenty-two years, it was an admirable concession [...]
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Posted by Kathy Kachelries on August 2, 2005 · Leave a Comment
Jemai’s skin was the color of water, which is to say it was hardly a color at all. Her body was a milky grey that took on a blue or green tint in certain lights, and when Thomas’s warm fingers traced her hip bones they left a trail of amber in their wake. He loved [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on August 1, 2005 · Leave a Comment
It’s the first day of the site and, wouldn’t you know, it’s the day our host is having technical difficulties. Apologies to anyone who’s been having trouble accessing the site–you’re not the only one. In more positive news, we’d like to thank the ever-enlightening Warren Ellis for mentioning us on his blog and welcome all [...]