Author: Morrow Brady You can’t ‘business card ‘ evil lair architect. Not if you wanted a future. Forbidden desires ooze from dark web dead drops. Desires sent by faceless ghosts that had long since twisted off the doll's head of reality. Riches and power are like a ...

Author: Rollin T. Gentry A figure emerged from the fog and constant sprinkling of rain. A small girl, maybe 5 or 6, in a yellow raincoat and black galoshes, approached the front gate of National Cybernetics Factory #3. She stepped up to the intercom, and standing on her ...

Author: Julian Miles, Staff Writer Mister Grumsen looks about the little interview room. Nothing’s changed since he last inspected his paltry domain, but kings have to survey no matter how trivial, I presume. He nods at me. “One more before lunch, I think.” I press the ...

Author: Ken Carlson “The cries of the people will not be drowned out by ignorance! They can’t turn their backs forever; can’t run away from a revolution.” “Turning and running? Sounds like a misguided aerobics class. Bartender, two more, please.” In a spaceport bar, ...

Author: David Barber “Drugs. Alcohol. Sex.” The missionary was praising the tolerance of the Jirt. She leaned forwards. “They don’t care.” Francisco shuffled awkwardly on the bench. A woman like her saying sex. His grandfather placed a heavy hand on the lad’s shoulder ...

Author: Glenn Leung The Star was rising to the Significant Angle once again. The inhabitants of Planet finished their chores and went to bed. We had to keep our celebratory noises down as they don't take kindly to drunken songs and pointless countdowns. Some of us gathered ...

Author: David Henson Debra dipped a shrimp in cocktail sauce. “I’m glad my folks could take the kids so we could have a quiet night in. How’s your father spending this New Year’s Eve? As if I have to ask.” The couple sat at their dining room table in a space open to the ...

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 ...