Author : E.S. Wynn One ferrous meteor. That's all it took to end it all. That little world– they put up a hell of a fight, far more than any of us expected. When we arrived in-system, they were too busy organizing tribes in massive attempts to wipe each other out to notice us. Hell, ...

Author : Rollin T. Gentry "Allow compassion, as a white-hot plasma's light, to flood your core memory, growing brighter every millionth clock cycle." My students -- all ten thousand of them -- sit concentrating, legs crossed, optics disengaged, heads bowed. A small sea of gleaming ...

Author : David Atos Detective Danielson stalked into the alley. The victim lay slumped against the wall, hidden from the street by a pile of refuse. The scene was illuminated by the flashing red and blue lights of the patrol car, and by the strobes of the forensics team ...

Author : Joshua Barella It's off Margaret Street, tucked in an alley, marquee blinking fluorescent orange. Duck into the interspacial hole-in-the-wall just as it starts to rain--a clap of thunder as the door creaks closed behind me. I’m greeted by a pretty, freckled Venusian at ...

Author : Julian Miles, Staff Writer There’s a gun lying at my feet. A real, projectile firing antique. I’ve never seen one. They’re archaic. Brutal. A weapons system from a century marked by inequality, violence and lies. My eye tracks from the gun to a pale hand, stark against ...

Author : Alex Creece 9/11 was a political cabaret; a lightshow of theatrics and holographics; a cirque du skyline. We never went to any moon past Kubrick’s imagination or the blinding eclipse that is organised government. Colonel Sanders is a myth. Zeph lay tucked beneath the safe ...

Author : David C. Nutt “Here’s your discount biscotti” “But I don’t want a biscotti.” “Well, it comes with your coffee. You usually buy a biscotti so it’s now all bundled in with your coffee.” “But I don’t want a biscotti today.” “That may be true sir, but as you are a ...

Author : Aaron Emmel The King of the Ruins was perched on the crumbled wall of an old building. He appeared to have been sleeping, but jerked up like a startled bird when I approached. His overlarge, once-white tunic flapped about him as he turned to face me. "A story about ...