Author : J. S. Kachelries
The spaceship was shaped like a flattened football. It had no obvious external doors or windows. Although it appeared to be metallic, we couldnâ€™t cut it, penetrate it with X-rays, or scratch it with a diamond. The only thing we had to evaluate was an encrypted panel on the port side that contained a ten by ten matrix of symbols and buttons. The ship was being guarded by a platoon of heavily armed solders. General Arthur McBrideâ€™s angry face was inches from mine. â€œGoddamnit, Professor, youâ€™ve been studding this blasted thing for a week. Can you open it or not?â€
â€œI believe so, general,â€ I said. â€œI believe the key is this panel. Look at the first four black symbols. They contain two, three, five, and seven dots each, respectively. Obviously, itâ€™s a prime number sequence. The six white buttons immediately next to them contain eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, and thirteen dots. The next prime number in the sequence is eleven. Therefore, the correct answer is the fourth white button. There are nine more â€œquestions,â€ each one more difficult than the one above it. The last four involve Newtonian physics, general relativity, quantum mechanics, and string theory. I think that when you answer all ten questions correctly, something will happen, possibly the ship will open. The odds of answering all ten questions correctly at random are 60,466,176 to one. Therefore, the beings that sent this ship only want an intelligent species to decipher the lock. Apparently, they canâ€™t be bothered with dumb life.â€
â€œIf you know the correct answers Professor, enter them now.â€
Against my better judgment, I depressed the appropriate buttons. Seconds later, a door slid open. The spaceship was empty, except for a one foot metallic cube in the center.
The general peered inside, smiling ear to ear. â€œFantastic! If we can figure out this technology, our dominance will become absolute. No more commies, no more religious fanatics, no more goddamn peace lovinâ€™ liberal scum interfering with our campaign to preserve the American way of life. How long to you can figure out how this thing works?â€
â€œWhoa, slow down general,â€ I pleaded. â€œIâ€™m not so sure this ship can be perverted into a weapon. I need some time to figure out why we needed an intelligence test to open it. There must be a logical reason. I have some ideas what this ship is, but I need time to think about it.â€
â€œProfessor, I donâ€™t give a ratâ€™s ass what you think. Figure it out A.S.A.P., understood!â€ The general turned and entered the spaceship. An instant later, the door slammed shut, and the spaceship shot upward through the hangar roof.
As I stared at the stars through the twenty foot hole, I said to no one in particular, â€œFor instance, general, I think this spaceship could be used to collect specimens of alien â€˜intelligentâ€™ life, capture them, and bring them to a laboratory for study.â€ Iâ€™m predicting that the general will make a â€˜damnâ€™ interesting specimen.
Author : Ian Burke
â€œTodayâ€ marks the end of history. Yesterday it was June 25th, 1995 AD (CE, if you prefer). â€œTodayâ€ can be marked in no such terms. Yesterday, â€œtodayâ€ was the 26th of June, but â€œnow,â€ none of that matters anymore. This â€œmorning,â€ the Hole opened up – the Hole, which began in the year formerly known as 2309 and â€œnowâ€ reaches back to what â€œwasâ€ â€œtoday.â€ â€œNowâ€ the fourth dimension is just as easily navigable as the first three.
But it will not stop â€œhere.â€ The hole will continue to tunnel back through history, tearing up the past. There is talk of trying to save a small part of the timeline â€“ a true historical preserve! â€“ although the methods behind this are unclear at best. The Hole will not stop until it stretches to the soon-to-be former Beginning of Time and our universe, once a long string of yesterdays, will become one single â€œtoday.â€
Author : Hannah F.
The man of Saiyen was small and nervous-looking, not nearly as mystical as I expected, wandering into these ancient strongholds; like a Peasant or maybe a half-blood Noble boy, the kind that spent the days with their faces in paper.
â€œIs that a crossbow? Fascinating,â€ he said hurriedly. This was a panic reaction; I let him go, knowing sooner or later heâ€™d run out of chatter and shut his teeth. â€œObviously the surveillance devices havenâ€™t been working but weâ€™d theorized that the environment lacked enough stability for your society to develop even this kind of basic automation in your projectile weaponsâ€¦â€ He was sweating and I had to chew my tongue to avoid a grin. Iâ€™d only caught about half of that â€˜cos of his accent, but I understood the important part. He didnâ€™t know what I wanted, so heâ€™d started to babble, hoping Iâ€™d latch onto some topic and get the bolt out of his face more quickly.
I took a careful step back and laid the weapon down, still drawn and dangerous. The Saiyentist looked at it blankly. He knew what it was and what it was for, could wager what itâ€™d feel like if I used it, but didnâ€™t seem eager to try wresting it from me.
Eyes on him I unlaced the hard-hide pouch at my belt and lifted the cloth-wrapped vial from it. The glass tube and its case were from my uncle, a gift after my Modding. Heâ€™d dug it from the ruins of a building like this one, an eerily smooth white shell heâ€™d never been able to find again.
â€œI want more of this,â€ I said, and folded back the soft, thick wool, cupping the thing in my hand in case the small man tried to snatch it, or dash it to the floor. The crossbow, though, cautioned him and he merely regarded the light-blue liquid with wide eyes.
â€œWhere did you get that?â€ he began, but changed his mind when he saw the look in my eyes. â€œDo you know what it is?â€
â€œIâ€™ve been told itâ€™s a poison, but only to certain natures. Wonâ€™t slay a man, but itâ€™ll break down a dragon to its elements in under an arc.â€
â€œItâ€™s an emergency denaturing solution. It works by breaking down the chemicals in the cells and-â€ I was curious as a kitten but I mustâ€™ve looked impatient. â€œThe important thing is, it works the way you say it does. Which is why weâ€™ve kept it here in Obbsreg. But if you brought back a significant amount- even if we had a significant amount- it would interfere with the Ancestral Plan. As much as Iâ€™d like to help you Iâ€™m as bound by my forebears as you are.â€ He frowned. â€œYou shouldnâ€™t even be here, of course…â€
â€œWait.â€ If I had understood what he just said, I was about to be very, very angry. â€œYou mean your ancestors are responsible for keeping the drake-poison from my people?â€ I tied off the laces of my pouch and retrieved my crossbow. â€œAnd you justâ€¦ what? Study us?â€
The Saiyentist frowned at that, in spite of the terror thatâ€™d returned to his face. After a moment puzzling my assumption out, he began to laugh. I could do nothing but stare as he worked out his panic in a giggle-fit, wiping tears from eyes that were still wide â€˜cos of the proximity of my crossbow to his gut.
â€œWho said anything about my ancestors being responsible for this?â€
I was going to have one hell of a tale, whenever I got home. â€œTell me everything.â€
Author : Kenyon Applebee & Bridget Webb
The stark woman set the blue incandescent lamp on a nearby crate and turned off her flashlight. â€œâ€¦Erin, would you like to sleep in a real bed again?â€ She wore black â€“ military cut. The figures behind her were similarly dressed. They guarded the decaying elementary school as if against attack, though Erin couldnâ€™t imagine these people hiding from street thugs like sheâ€™d had to.
Erin, scared, couldnâ€™t stand. â€œWho are you? How do you know my name?â€
â€œâ€¦How would you like to see your little sister again?â€
Erinâ€™s lower lip trembled, â€œKitty?â€
Kitty had disappeared in the Newman Hill attack with the rest of her family. â€œYou are the Terrorists!â€
â€œâ€¦I suppose we are. Youâ€™re fourteen?â€
â€œWhat do you want?â€
â€œWe want you to let us take care of you. How long have you been out here? Two weeks?â€
â€œThrough all the fighting and the burning?â€
Tears began burning in Erinâ€™s eyes. It had been a nightmare. Sheâ€™d found no one to turn toâ€¦but… â€œYou killed my parents!â€ she yelled, exploding to her feet.
A gun shifted in the darkness, aimed at her.
â€œWe did. But we did not kill you, or your sister. And you are the reason I am here. If you stay out here, you will die. Have you been raped yet?â€
Erin could not answer. She wanted to scream, to attack the woman, butâ€¦ the guns.
â€œIt doesnâ€™t matter. We are not terrorists; we are,â€ pausing, â€œ’international referees.’ We step in to stop egregious abuses of power, by becoming very skilled and very powerful. Education is very important here, isnâ€™t it? It determines your social class. You are currently service class, no?â€
â€œWere you going to be service class your whole life, like your parents?â€
â€œNo. I amâ€¦ wasâ€¦ going to test into…â€ The absurdity of talking so casually to this woman struck her.
â€œâ€¦Now you want me to join you, after you killed my parents, and sabotaged my country. What gives you the right to â€˜Refereeâ€™ everyone? To kill people?!â€
The woman leaned smugly against the crates. â€œPeople kill each other every day. Sometimes you fight fire with fire. Besides, we donâ€™t consider ourselves human. Not homo-sapiens anyway. Not anymore.â€
â€œYou use Forbidden Science,â€ Erin murmured.
â€œGenetic enhancements. We can give you some, if you like. Enhanced intelligence, coordination, strength â€“ everything youâ€™d need to make the world better.â€
â€œHowâ€¦ how do you get away with it?
â€œNo, Erin. The question is, are you coming with us? Our offer is grander than your wildest dreams. If you say no, we disappear. Now, choose.â€
Erin hesitated. Sounds from outside filled the silence between them; a radio blaring, engines, a car alarm. About a block away, there was breaking glass followed by laughter. â€œOk.â€
They lead her onto the glidercraft parked on the soccer field. The woman hung back, pressed the transmitter below her ear. â€œOpal to Turquoise, I have a newborn.â€
â€œRoger, Opal. Thatâ€™s eight of eleven. Excellent work. Bring them in.â€
Author : Viktor Kuprin
The priestâ€™s pointed helmet hung at his side. His vac suit was completely black.
Engineer Beketov didnâ€™t get it. It was too strange, too â€¦ medieval. The holy man waved the crucifix over the salt package and recited a prayer. Beketov had been told the salt was for cooking a lamb stew that would be shared by all the dockyardâ€™s techs and engineers.
â€œFather Toyan, itâ€™s time for us to EVA. Letâ€™s go.â€ The priest nodded and followed to the airlock.
â€œHow far did you travel to get here?â€ Beketov asked.
â€œFrom Earth, from the Great Ararat Monastery, to be exact.â€ The priestâ€™s voice was reedy, and his beard bunched against the visor of his strangely-shaped helmet.
â€œIâ€™ve never been to Earth,â€ said the engineer. â€œFather, Iâ€™m curious, why is your helmet peaked on top? When other priests visit the station, their helmets arenâ€™t like yours.â€
â€œPriests who are not married wear these, my son. The peak symbolizes our dedication to the Lord,â€ he explained.
The airlock hatch slid open, and the bright light of Dustriâ€™s star made their visors darken. They slowly moved toward the dockyards, their bootsâ€™ magnetic soles clicking with each step.
â€œHow long have you been working in the yards, my son?â€
Beketov laughed. â€œClose to a year, but it seems like forever, Father. The one weâ€™re going to was just an empty shell with I first arrived. Look at him now.â€
One of the dumb servo-mechanoids rumbled toward them. Beketov gently grasped the priestâ€™s shoulder to stop him from entering its path. It wobbled past with no sign of notice.
â€œFather Toyan, no disrespect, but how do you feel about this? Coming all the way out here to, well, to bless â€¦â€
â€œAn engine of destruction? Actually, the churchâ€™s blessing is for the crew, to humbly ask God for their safety and protection, and that they will always be in His grace.â€
As they walked, Beketov watched the priestâ€™s gold crucifix sparkle in the starlight. A transparent pouch filled with small plastic globlets hung from his belt: Holy Water for the ceremony.
â€œHere he is, Father.â€ Beketov could see people watching them, crowded together in the observation blisters and viewports surrounding the dockyard.
â€œAre you a believer, Engineer Beketov?â€ the priest asked.
â€œI donâ€™t know, Father. Sometimes itâ€™s hard not to be when you look up and see all this,â€ the engineer said, pointing toward the stars. â€œI do know that a man needs all the help he can get, right?â€
Toyan nodded. â€œFair enough. Now, if you will, let us pray.â€ The priest keyed the comm controls on his suit sleeve and began to broadcast.
â€œAlmighty God and Creator, You are the Father of all people. Guide, I pray, all the worlds and their leaders in the ways of justice and peace â€¦ â€
The priest made the sign of the cross in front of the new starshipâ€™s gigantic gray hull.