by submission | Mar 2, 2017 | Story |
Author : David C. Nutt
“Give me a good reason why I should not demote you, Sub-lieutenant.”
“Excellency, I followed the mission parameters to the letter. I do not understand why the creatures reacted so violently.”
“Did you manifest as an older white male with upper mandible facial hair?”
“Mustache sir. The area indigenous term for it. Affirmative. I even put on the ocular enhancers called ‘spectacles’ and had the cranial hair appear thinning so as to be more non-threatening.”
“And the fossil fuel vehicle. Did you purchase one large enough to conduct an interview?”
“Yes sir. I purchased what they area indigenous call a “van.” Given our sensitivity to their sun, I chose one without windows in the rear compartment. Even though I would be seeking out their pupa- or rather their young, at the crepuscular cycle- what they commonly call dusk- I felt the dark interior would have a calming effect. This species goes into a state of torpor in darkness. I believe like our scientists that this may be a regeneration cycle to-“
“I do not need a remedial science lecture Sub-lieutenant. I also attended the briefings and trained for this mission. Skip over the details and describe what happened after you selected the subject.”
“Well sir, upon parking the fossil fuel vehicle near the youth recreation equipment area I then selected one of the young to approach for an interview. It was a male and it seemed more independent as it left its peer group and began walking toward my hiding place in the vegetation. I stepped out before him and offered him nourishment- confection they call it- no sir not quite right…candy! I offered him candy.”
“Did the pupa, er, young accept your good will offering?”
“No sir! It had a panic reaction. It began an excruciating sonic emanation display and it ran from me.”
“Did you try to calm it?”
“Yes sir. I firmly but gently held the subject and brought it back to the ‘van.’ My rational was the dark interior would calm it and I could conduct the interview.”
“Did the dark ‘van’ calm the subject?”
“No sir, it had just the opposite reaction! The creature increased its sonic agitation and began using its phalanges and mandibles to tear at my ocular ports and epidermis! It wanted to inflict pain upon my being! I had to release it and I just barely escaped some agitated adult monitors who almost stopped me from reaching the extraction point.”
“Astounding! This is the 54th system we have engaged for first contact and never have we had such difficulty. Our research section is must be missing some crucial socio-cultural rituals. Any ideas on how to proceed Sub-lieutenant?”
“Well sir, I have put the matter to much thought. I believe the manifestation as the white male, spectacles, mustache and balding to be non-threatening. Their literature and digital records confirm this. I believe where we erred was the target.”
“What do you suggest?”
“That the next target be female.”
“Will you give her a food offering as well, this candy item?”
“Negative sir. I will offer her some of their trade indicators.”
“Indeed.”
“Yes sir. I will offer the female what they call ‘money’ to go with me in the dark van.”
“Brilliant Sub-lieutenant! I cannot wait to hear your next report.”
by submission | Mar 1, 2017 | Story |
Author : Kraig Conkin
The gray skinned youths standing at the edge of the platform cheered when the silver saucer broke the clouds and descended towards them.
Upon landing, Winkus popped from the hatch and ran to meet his schoolmates.
“Did you do it?” Tizdic, leader of the UFOs, asked. Of all the saucer clubs at Omega Academy, the UFO’s were the coolest, and the most secretive. Winkus had been waiting for a chance to try out since freshman year .
“Got it all on my image score, if you don’t believe me,” he said. The UFOs didn’t like wimps.
Tizdic shrugged. “Just tell us what happened.”
“I did like you said and found one of their military bases. Hovered above it, flashing my lights and tweaking my g-field stabilizers so I’d show up on their radar.”
“Oh yeah?” Tizdic’s skepticism coated his words. “Then what happened?
“They freaked out. The base went full alert- alarms, spotlights- just like you said they would.”
A few of the UFO’s laughed and slapped their tiny hands together in high-fours.
“Did they try to chase you?” Tizdic asked.
“That was the cool part,” Winkus’s tiny mouth curved into a smile. “Their ships are hilarious- so slow and loud. I had a hard time going slow enough they could keep up. Then- when I got bored- I buzzed them a couple times. Scared them so bad one craft almost crashed into a mountain. Then I came back.”
“Good job, 12,” Tizdic smacked Winkus on the shoulder. “So, we showed you the planet, you want to become a UFO or not?”
“I thought I just became a UFO.”
“That’s just the first step,” Tizdic shook his ovoid head. “You’ve got to pass the initiation.”
Winkus narrowed his black eyes and a serious expression took hold of delicate features. “I was wondering, on the way back, isn’t it kind of wrong, you know, messing with a primitive species, or whatever?”
“You saw it. That planet’s a total mess. What are we going to do to them that they aren’t already doing to themselves?”
Tizdic laughed, a sound similar to air escaping a balloon, but Winkus could tell his question had bothered him.
Winkus forced a laugh. “I don’t really care, I definitely want to be in the UFOs. What do I have to do for initiation?”
“It’s a test to see if you’ve got what it takes to be a UFO. You’ll go back with me a couple other senior UFOs. We’ll kinda show you the ropes- dissect the humans’ livestock, carve a few undecipherable, geometric patterns in their grain fields, our usual stuff.”
“That sounds cool.”
Tizdic and the other UFOs laughed at some unspoken joke.
“What’s so funny?” Winkus asked.
“Then we abduct one of the humans and then you have to . . .”
“Then I have to what?”
“Probe them.”
The UFOs laughed again.
“Gross!” Winkus searched the shiny black eyes of the club members, hoping this was a joke. “Why would you want to do something like that?”
“You wouldn’t,” Tizdic explained. “That’s why it’s the initiation. You in or not?”
Winkus nodded and started walking back to his saucer. “Let’s go.”
The gray skinned youths raised another cheer and followed him onto the platform.
by submission | Feb 28, 2017 | Story |
Author : David C. Nutt
“You think I’m crazy?”
Sammy stopped hammering the board he was working on and turned to the old man. “Just because your building a boat dock in the middle of a Kansas wheat field, 417 miles from the ocean? Let’s just say I think you’re a tad bit eccentric and leave it at that Gramps.”
The old man chuckled. “Sense of humor will carry you far Sammy, so will your patience. For what it’s worth, thank you for helping me with my little project. If it makes you feel better consider the whole thing performance art. That way I get to be eccentric and avant-garde instead of bat shit crazy.”
It was Sammy’s turn to chuckle. In spite of everything he loved the old man “OK Grandpa, I give up? Why a dock? Why not a Gazebo or a shack?”
“I grew up in Maine, by the sea. My whole life revolved around the ocean. More rights of passage than I can tell you in a year and a day. Thought I would live and die there just like all my kin before me. Then I met your grandmother and we came out here. Haven’t regretted coming out here for a New York minute, but I miss sittin’ on the dock and just dangling my feet over the edge.” The old man shook his head. “That’s the most of it.”
They worked on in silence, and finally hammered the last board in. Sammy and his Grandfather put their tools down. Both sat on the end of the dock dangling their feet over the edge. Again, Sammy broke the silence. “You said that the dangling your feet thing was ‘most of it’; what’s the rest of it.”
His grandfather smiled. “You always did listen with more than your ears Sammy. The ‘rest of it’ is what my gramps said to me when I told the family I was leaving the ocean for the plains. He said ‘where will you go to meet your ship?’ Unlike me gramps was crazy. But even a broken clock is right twice a day. Thing that came back to me since, was something I took for granted, livin’ by the coast. I didn’t think about until just the other day. It seems to me that no matter where a dock was, eventually a ship would stop there.”
Sammy threw the tools in the back and helped his grandfather into his pickup. “You expecting your ship to come in?”
His grandfather sighed. “Don’t rightly know. Just don’t want miss it for lack of a place to dock.” They drove back to the farmhouse in silence.
Two days later the sky darkened late in the day heralding what could only be a tornado, but the sirens never warned of an approaching twister. Just heavy fog, heavier air; thunder and lightning. When the storm lifted they couldn’t find the old man. Sammy’s Aunt thought she saw him go out to the dock. Sammy and the others fanned out over the field. The only thing they found was his bandana, carefully folded and left on the edge of the dock. The presiding theory was he was swept away by a twister; one that nobody saw coming. It made some sense. Certainly the low air pressure they experienced felt like a tornado. Sammy knew different. He stood on the end of the dock and looked out on the waves of grain. He smiled. They finished just in time.
by submission | Feb 26, 2017 | Story |
Author : Malcolm Carvalho
“Do you have to leave so soon, Arun?”
Arun slipped an arm under Eliya’s head, allowing her to snuggle closer to him.
“Eli, that’s the nature of my job. I can’t stop at just one place.”
“Hell, why not?” Eliya said. “You’ve already set up the inhabitation of seven planets.”
“Nine.”
“Whatever. And spent around 200 years on each. Add to it, how old you were when you left Earth, and that makes you…”
“1892 years old,” he said with a wink.
“Listen, hun. How far can you go on like this?”
“This is my job. Finding habitable planets, setting up a human colony, watching it prosper over a century or two. Ensure the new settlers can take care of their world, and my work is done there. Then I must go wherever the Planet Finder directs me.”
“You think you are young enough for this now?”
“Doesn’t matter. So long as my brain functions well enough, I’ve got all the organ harvesting devices on board Columbus. And every now and then, I run into a planet with enough silicon to replenish my reserves. Enough to synthesize organs for another five hundred years.”
Eliya sat up and shook his shoulder. “Seems like you’ve got this all covered. Ever thought about me?”
“I wish I could take you along, if only that was possible. You were born here on Alferan, you’ve lived all your life here. Twenty-six years. You’ve adapted to this world. Leave the planet, and you’ll struggle like an Earthly fish out of water.”
“What if I go for a transplant of those synthetic organs from your lab?”
“That’s not possible. The organs are regenerated using my stem cells and can only be used in my body. Transplanting them in another body would result in chaos. You won’t survive for more than a week.”
“Fine then, go about this adventurous job of yours. Settle planets, feel like a god, and find a new woman on every world.”
“Eli, darling, listen to me. I know it seems like I’m shrugging you off. You might even think I’m a player. But that’s not true.” He pressed her lower lip with his thumb and kissed her. “I love you. We both have been marked out for our place in the galaxy. Me for advancing colonization, and you for running the administration on Alferan. This is our calling. Who knows, someday I might be done with this job and come back to be with you.”
“Excuse me, you’re the immortal one. Not me. By the time you come back, I might be resting in a grave. A memorial if I am lucky.”
She pushed him away. “It would be good if you just leave tomorrow without letting me know. Would save me further heartache.”
He stood by the bed and watched her fall asleep. How many women would he have to leave behind like this? But no, he could do something about it now. The Galactic Council would not approve of it, but they would never know either.
He drew out a scalpel and scraped the skin off her thumb onto a dish. That would be enough. Columbus already had a good stock of egg cells he used for establishing colonies.
He was being selfish. So be it. There was no way he could stay on Alferan and be with Eliya. This could work out though.
He bent and kissed her forehead. He’d have to wait for just a year. What after that?
Would the clone love him just like Eliya did? No one knew. He’d be the first to find out.
by submission | Feb 25, 2017 | Story |
Author : R. W. Warwick
I ran from the parking area up to the back of the queue. It was huge. I tapped the shoulder of the woman in front of me.
“Why is it so busy today?” I asked.
She half turned but didn’t face me.
“What rock have you been under? It’s always busy here after election day”.
I was agitated and in a hurry. I reached into my pocket and took out my therapist’s calling card. I pushed my thumb into the print scanner and his face flickered onto the small, square screen.
“Martin, is everything alright?” he asked
“I’m here,” I snapped “I came to the clinic like you said, but there’s a huge queue”.
“I see,” he remarked. “Well, what do you expect the day after election day?”
His voice was soft and slow, it irritated the hell out of me.
“That’s what this woman in front of me just said. It’s not helpful”.
“Lots of people undergo thought reconditioning after the election, it helps them to live with the results”.
“Well shouldn’t I be get priority or something?”
“Why?” he asked “Most people think that their problems are bigger than everyone else’s”.
I scoffed and hung up, and then marched to the front of the queue. The man at the front was in his late sixties, large, and wore a baseball cap which read ‘We did it!’ He looked at me and I glared at the cap.
“You, what chu want?” he grumbled.
“I’m in a hurry. It looks like your guy won, why do you need thought reconditioning?”
“Ma cat died this mornin”
It took everything I had to restrain myself from hitting him.
“Out” I snapped.
He stared at me with a blank expression on his face.
“You heard me, out, I’m taking your place. You don’t need reconditioning”.
Before he could respond, a security guard who had been listening to our exchange sauntered over.
“I think you need to get back to your place in the queue sir”.
I looked at him in disbelief.
“My need is greater than his, I can’t wait through this whole queue I’ll be here until tomorrow”.
“Sir, I won’t ask you again” he put his hand on my shoulder.
“But I lost” I replied.
“We know sir, everyone knows”.
I turned around. Everyone was watching quietly.
“But doesn’t anybody care?”
“Clearly they do sir, that’s why they’re all here to be reconditioned”.
In my state of anxiety I could still see that the situation had escalated beyond by control. I took one more look at the baseball cap and stepped back.
“I’ll just have to fix this the old-fashioned way then, I can try again in four more years”.
“Fraid not sir,” there was a hint of amusement in the security guard’s voice.
“All that business will be done away with soon. This was the last election for a while”.
I didn’t bother looking back. I hung my head and shuffled all the way to the back of the queue.
