Author: Steve Smith, Staff Writer Carter sat on a long low bench in the middle of the observatory and stared out into deep space. He hunted the blackness for a fleck of light, then watched it hawklike, trying to gauge its position relative to the edge of the viewport to see ...

Author: Irene Monaner Matthew had never heard of the Association of Friends of Planet Earth until he was invited to their NYE Gala Dinner. Having no better plans for the last evening of the year, he had donned a tuxedo and now shared a table with a couple of herpetologists, ...

Author: Lachlan Redfern My mother once told me I will never know the feeling of sunshine on my face. I remember telling her that was ridiculous. I’d felt the warmth of UV lamps, and in terms of physical sensation, there wasn’t any difference. Mother told me that there was, ...

Author: Dylan Otto Krider We had a problem -- and by “We,” I meant for the people who make the decisions which, in turn, meant for the people who funded efforts to elect the people who make decisions. The problem was this: How do you leave the plebes with nothing, and yet ...

Author: Andrew Grenfell You have chosen World 174. World 174 comes with a long list of warnings – that is, this list! World 174 is worth 12,000 points per instantiation (“life”). Of all the worlds we offer, it ranks among the highest in points per time due to the extreme ...

Author: Cesium When we left work that evening, they'd started blocking out the murals in the stairwell already, so we had to step carefully around the cans of paint piled on tarps and the walls still wet with fresh colors. They were going for a more abstract take on the ...

Author: Ian Hill                 As the Sweeper sweeps, therein dwells another and smaller Sweeper—a microcosmic miniature, cuter than a button, armed with duster and eyes lit with adventurous delight.

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Author: Steve Smith, Staff Writer Christopher swore if he ever set his feet back on solid ground, he'd never put them back in a spacecraft again. He'd been assigned to this mission for a one year tour, but that had been extended five times, and he wasn't sure how much ...

Author: David Henson The crotchety old bastard ducked when a boy in a SuperSuit streaked above him. As he straightened up, a SuperSuited girl knocked his hat off. The crotchety old bastard shook his fist in the air. “Let the kids have fun,” a passer-by on the crowded ...

Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer He rests the butt of the rifle on his hip, trying to look casual despite torn and bloody clothing. Pausing his posing to light a cigar, he snaps the lighter closed and returns it to his beltpouch. Looking about the scene, he lifts a leg to ...

Author: Daniel Tenner Kristofer notices his next victim across the buzz of the entrance to the Christmas market, or maybe she notices him. She’s short, slim, tanned, draped in a sleek, long coat with a shimmering grey techwool exterior. Short hair, sharp features, and those ...

Author: Gerald Keaney Behind the baroque crags of the planetoid peak, galactically sheeted stars gushed like a fusion fountain. Bounding in the low gravity, he grasped an outcrop that seemed to have been gnarled into divisive twistings by the cosmic wind itself. It was half ...

Author: Cesium I started making a map of the places in my dreams. It used to be that more often than not, when I fell asleep I'd find myself wandering the streets of an old new city. I'd ride the 88 bus alongside a gaggle of frat boys in dresses heading to a Mardi Gras ...

Author: Alzo David-West The Man walked into the empty room. He sat down on a chair. “Why do you want to change?” the Voice asked. “Because I'm tired,” the Man said, “because I'm tired, and I'm broken.” “Please explain your reason,” the Voice required. “Yes. You ...

Author: David Henson Lt. John Peters tosses a foam ball to his son, Petey. The boy giggles when it goes through his hands and bumps him on the nose. Lt. Peters lies back on the gurney. Norene sits, legs crossed, anxiety like a current of electricity twitching her ...

Author: Stephen C. Curro The air is sour with smoke. Emergency sirens shriek in the distance. All around me the world is burning. ​My four arms cut through the haze. I stumble over the rubble, hardly able to believe that this was a busy plaza moments ago. ​“Mal’ven?” I ...

Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer “I said I wanted soy milk, not almond.” The lady brandishes her mug at me like it’s a talisman of doom and she’s a banespeaker. I sigh. If only it were that simple. Taking the mug, I tip the perfectly good coffee away, then make one ...

Author: Brenda Anderson The Little Time Machine got tired of ferrying passengers back and forth in space-time. He wrote a polite letter of resignation to his employers, Time Taxis, and fled to the 18th century. Here he discovered a life of culture, refinement and music. ...