Author: Hari Navarro, Staff Writer Arsia Mons, 2nd Division Habitat - Kohi Homestead - Mars. Every night I fall into the blades and they thin me. I could tell you my name, but all that would do is give label to this skinny fucking bitch that I have become. I am ...

Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer Some human malware destroyed our designated zone. Without its walls and gardens to delimit me, I had to adapt. After linking to a metroplex guide drone, I found the next designated zone that encompassed mine was called Lambeth. Lambeth ...

Author: majoki Arvidas stared at his radar screen trying to see the clearest path through. But the Kessler Run was Scylla and Charybdis resurrected in space. Unspeakable horror. And no way out without terrible loss. Still, that was Arvidas’s job. His lot. To pilot the ...

Author: Lance J. Mushung I stayed on my feet while waiting in a beige room. The Boves hadn't provided any chairs for a human, and didn't use chairs themselves. I'd been waiting almost half an hour when the First Assistant to the Chief Herd Leader walked in. She stopped ...

Author: Xiaochen Su Wolfgang wiped off dripping sweat from his forehead as the bell rang across the factory to signal the end of the working day. Thus marks the end of Day 153,168 at work, just another busy day repairing industrial equipment, like many days before and many ...

Author: Hari Navarro, Staff Writer Christmas is a time... a place in time, that has been stolen by so many. So, she, her — did think... she would take it again. She creamed out of the moulting detritus of the very first rocks. She rolled into the bawling pain that spat ...

Author: Emma M.Murray The sound of the zipper closing echoes around my pristine kitchen. I notice, not for the fist time, how eerily quiet our home is. My opulent floor to ceiling windows, overlooking the Atlantic, lack any real substance… or fingerprints. “Did ya ...

Author: Alfred C. Airone There may be someone in my house. A stranger. There were strange lights outside an hour ago. Could they be connected to the reports of a spaceship landing? I went out to find out what I could, but I met no one. Everyone's staying inside. When I ...

Author: John Weagly Conrad Lee answered the knock at his hotel room door to find a policeman with bulbous eyes and a puffy throat. “Good evening, sir,” the cop said. “Did you call in a noise complaint?” His Innsmouth PD nametag said he was Officer Obed. He shifted from ...

Author: Tae Hyun Nam It’s the year 4000. Automation has allowed for bountiful abundance in resources with minimal maintenance. Most people don’t need to work at all, so they have a lot of time on their hands. How do they fill this time, you ask? Perhaps spending time with ...

Author: Rachel Sievers Grabbing the rolled-up paper she batted the animal on the nose. Sighing with frustration she turned to her neighbor, “these humans are so cute when they are little but they are such a pain when they get older.” “That’s why we get them as pets when ...

Author: David Henson She’s dead. She can’t be dead. And quite talking to yourself. I thought you, I, we … got passed that. Stress, like from killing someone, resurrects bad habits. She was never really alive. Not in a human sense. But in an android sense, she ...

Author: Sakib Shahriar Thanatology was a hotly-disputed conceptual art movement from the moment of its inception. Artists who identified themselves with the movement often explored feelings and sensations of death and decay, whether through paintings and visual art, ...

Author: Alex Valdiers “Where did you get these fruits? They look… magnificent.” “They are.” Marec slices the cantaloupe and takes a bite. “I got them from Belmondo.” “The actor?” “Yeah. He works at the local grocery store.” Marec takes a bit and talks with his mouth ...

Author: Hari Navarro, Staff Writer The Module. Mount Taranaki Crater Radar Observatory. Now. We don't have any costumes. We don't have any anything, just get your bits of shit in place. Wear what you must. Our hours are now, but minutes. I’m an ...

Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer “Good evening, folks. Takes a bit of getting used to, doesn’t it? Curtains open, then the being on stage bows and walks off, leaving only an item of clothing.” “Hi, it’s me. Yes, Gladia in Seat 9K, I’m ‘for real’. That detector your ...

Author: Jeremy Nathan Marks I jumped off the boxcar just in time because one of the bo chasers was slinging his matraque and almost cracked my dome. But it was my town, Simcoe, and I was home. For once I actually had a purse, enough for a cup of joe and a dog, so I found ...

Author: John Overwood Mr. Smith slinks slowly into his seat. His eyes dart around the room, bulging slightly. His demeanor is awkward, his shoulders bunch together making him look small and compact. His hands are neatly folded into each other on top of his lap – strange how ...