Posted by B. York on May 31, 2006 · Leave a Comment
The glow of a television never graced two happier faces before that summer day. Aaron was blonde and wide-eyed while next to him, in an almost mirrored image save for the black hair, sat his friend Hamel. Both children were staring at the images of a mad scientist and kid from the 1980′s flying around [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on May 30, 2006 · Leave a Comment
“Iljek, it’s time for another piece.” The Interplanetary Artist Laureate, holder of the Sigil of Creativity, founder of the Union of Visionary Crafters, chair of the Board of Humanities at Reykjavik University of the Arts, leaned back in his lounge chair and put his porn on mute, giving his assistant a long-suffering sigh. “You’ve got [...]
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Herbert Mumble was proud of his house. He had every right to be: he’d spent nearly a decade compiling it. Most of his friends had bought discount single-structure mansions in the Midwest and used a portal to get to work, but Herbert wasn’t the type to buy pre-fab. Herbert was an artist. It started as [...]
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Posted by B. York on May 28, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Look at you. Take a good look at yourselves. Five fingers on each hand, five toes on each foot. You’re not victims, you’re not rookies. You’re human and each and every last bloody one of you is going to let the enemy know that. You hear them outside the hull? Hear them knocking on our [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on May 27, 2006 · Leave a Comment
For a successful space pirate, Valentine Arvossio did not seem particularly intimidating at first glance. His eyes, though smug, were a rather peculiar shade of grey that in another context might have been referred to as “soothing.” It was the sort of grey that one used for office complexes and prison lavatories to keep the [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on May 26, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Greetings Everyone! J.R. Blackwell, here, reporting from 365 Tomorrows Central. I am writing to tell you that Jared Axelrod and I have been invited to attend Balticon 40, which takes place this weekend. The great folks at Balticon have asked us to talk about Podcasting, specifically, about our podcasts, Voices of Tomorrow , the official [...]
Posted by Jared Axelrod on May 26, 2006 · Leave a Comment
K’dackis was slivercaster, scout and herder of wildfeeds, piping when needed, but always in pursuit of the genuine driveway effect. She was constantly sisbertized by the right or the wrong people, surfing the waves of condemnation and approval as she launched onto her next coffee-spitter. She was queen of the third screen. Grey as I [...]
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All through college, the three of us were best friends. When we graduated in ’18, Bob and I joined the Galactic Defense Force and got shipped off to the Sirius Sector, but Dmitri’s calling was Postdoctoral research, studying Xenobiology in the Vega system. We tried to keep in touch, but you know how those things [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on May 24, 2006 · Leave a Comment
There is nothing to burn. Modern life is plasticine, cheap and mutable and easily manufactured. Wooden furniture is the stuff of history textbooks and Better Homes and Gardens pinups, the pictures affixed to smooth synthetic walls with reused sticky-tack. Pinup is a misnomer; pins have no purchase in plastic. The poor live in dingy cubes [...]
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Posted by B. York on May 23, 2006 · Leave a Comment
No one saw the meteor coming. It was faster than any meteor yet recorded. It didn’t so much as break the speed of light as it did beat its face in, set it on fire and sleep with its girlfriend. No one saw it coming when it smashed into what once was the Pacific Ocean, [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on May 22, 2006 · Leave a Comment
It was a week before opening night and Bub was still flubbing his lines. “I don’t understand,†said Bub, “Why can’t I have a feed? Why do we have to memorize our lines?†“You have to memorize your lines,†said Daven, clenching his hands into fists “because that is the way actors in the old [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on May 21, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Innocence may be a commodity, but it’s easily emulatable. I get it in thin aluminum cans from the drugstore downtown, the kind that energy drinks come in. They’re kept behind the counter; innocence isn’t a controlled substance, but like condoms and suppositories, it’s kept out of reach to deter the easily embarrassed. Our society needs [...]
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Posted by B. York on May 20, 2006 · Leave a Comment
“I’m leaving.” Viktor said as he pulled the duffel back over his shoulder and made for the door. He’d had enough of the quarantine, and he had a hankering for Luna stew that needed some satiation. “You can’t do that, Vik! They’ve got every spaceport in the continent under lockdown. Something big is going on, [...]
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It’s my first time at the Persomod. Tann, who’s been my best friend since my family moved to Set, took me as a surprise gift for my birthday. We planned it carefully; Mom and Dad are traditionalists, static to the core. Let their only daughter get a personality graft? No, thank you. I sliced through [...]
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Posted by B. York on May 18, 2006 · Leave a Comment
“Who can blame them for what they do?” Sergeant Dobbs sipped his coffee as he leaned back in the patrol car, musing to Lieutenant Carson. Through the windshield, the morning throngs of people left their homes and crowded the streets on their way to work and life as they knew it. “I can blame them, [...]
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It’s a dangerous job. They told me that in college, they told me that in my doctoral studies, they told me that when they recruited me, and they tell me that every morning of a jump. It’s a dangerous job, Jodie. But I know the risks. Everyone in this field knows the risk. My first [...]
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Posted by J. Loseth on May 16, 2006 · Leave a Comment
The rosy Martian sunrise had just dusted over the white curtains on Beth’s bedroom window when her parents heard the wild thudding of eight-year-old feet charging their door like a herd of wild horses. Marlene groaned and stuck her head under the pillow as a small fist tapped earnestly on the sleek plastic of the [...]
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They sealed Emily’s room three days after the accident, trapping puzzle games and animatronic bears behind the white hydraulic door. Her parents did not want to see the small proofs: things like names doodled on digipaper, the I’s topped by pixellated hearts. A week later they shut down the biofield to save energy and the [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on May 14, 2006 · Leave a Comment
The Annual Garden Party was called such more out of tradition than anything else; there was no vegetation to be found, only green crystal ferns and porcelain roses. However, appearances and traditions had to be respected and kept up. It was commented on that the way the artificial sunlight glinted off the facets and glaze [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on May 13, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Even in the heart of the city, Rene is in the open places. His feet splash in streams, not gutters, and his ears feel the whistle of the wind and not the cry of sirens. Past the dumpsters and yakatori stands, Rene smells green grass and the air right before a storm. He can hear [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on May 12, 2006 · Leave a Comment
By federal law, I am required to inform you that by stepping outside of these doors, you are releasing the federal government from liability for your safety. Although I have never lost a person on one of my guided tours of the Outside, I have seen people maimed and kidnapped. People have died when taking [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on May 11, 2006 · Leave a Comment
The stranger had come full of bizarre smells and even odder forms of payment, and while Hikari wrinkled her nose at the collection of coins and seeds, it was technically money. So she tucked the coins away, placed the seeds in some soft earth so they could blossom properly, and offered the stranger coffee. “No, [...]
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Posted by J.R. Blackwell on May 10, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Liberty ate her lunch alone. It wasn’t that she was shy; back at home in the national park where she grew up, she had been very outgoing. In the city, under the press of glistening buildings and cars speeding through the sky, advertisements wailing and the press of people, sensation zappers shooting through you from [...]
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Posted by B. York on May 9, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Today, my arm itches like hell. Then again, lots of me itches. Everyone has an itch somewhere, but the scarring is never permanent. I’m working my new arm left and right trying to get the feel for it down while walking to my favorite breakfast place. Everyone I pass looks at me in the same [...]
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The neon sign outside the dingy brown building said “Roxie’s Travel Agency” and featured a woman in a fedora holding a white machine gun. Few people but Roxie, the owner, are old enough to get the reference. She’s had a good deal in front of her that night, a couple of newlyweds right out of [...]
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Posted by B. York on May 7, 2006 · Leave a Comment
“What just happened?” Eliot’s eyes were as wide as Cid’s as both of them skimmed the code-riddled display. The letters and numbers went on for as far as the eye could see…literally. Their cruiser looked like a speck of dust next to the onyx-colored greatness that spanned out farther than anyone could see or detect [...]
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She carried the link with her on the airplane, exchanging witty comments and gossip with her friends through small boxes on its high-resolution screen. “I’m going to miss you so much!” Cindy typed. “You’d better keep in touch!” She promised postcards and souvenirs, though she rejected Mike’s request for a pound of Thai opium. “Don’t [...]
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Posted by B. York on May 5, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Danny jumped from the roof this time, hitting the ground with a short thump and glancing down at his legs with pure awe in his pale blue eyes. It took him a moment to jump for joy, feeling his weight on those strong, solid legs. It was the best gift a ten year old could [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on May 4, 2006 · Leave a Comment
Master Paranthany set the vase down delicately at the feet of Mr. Lurgess. Mr. Lurgess, for his part, rubbed his spongy hands together excitedly. Master Paranthany removed his velvet gloves and returned them to their pocket in his coat. “How did you–” Mr. Lurgess sputtered out. “How did you find it again? It’s worth–” “A [...]
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Mrs. Lansing slapped the back of Edward’s head. “What is this?†she asked, pointing at his computer pad. “It’s the site I built!†whined Edward, rubbing the back of his head. His teacher tapped her foot and folded her arms tightly to her chest. “That site looks like it was built by a program. Did [...]
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Posted by Jared Axelrod on May 2, 2006 · Leave a Comment
The last time I saw Alnersans was back when I owned a bar. We used to joke that Alnersans always brightened up the place, due to the lights implanted on his arm. Alnersans had 6 LEDs crawling out of the flesh of his left forearm. I asked him about them once; he told me that [...]
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