Author : Isla Kay We still thought about it. Dreamt about it. The idea would never escape us. Even if we’d never lived it. I had been folding Kyle’s socks when I started hearing newscasts from the telesurfaces in the kitchen. A man had been found. He’d been living in Tazmania. His ...

Author : Javen J. 1:10. Three fingers of vodka were left; two in the bottle and one in a tumbler. He had never drunk so much before; and never would again. At least there would be no record breaking hangover. He chased the tumbler with a sharp inhale. He looked down at his mangled ...

Author : Julian Miles, Staff Writer The shades of green here are like nowhere else in the world. “Pre-zent arms!” With a metallic crash, fourteen biobots swing their gantry guns skyward as their right arms raise in salute. The bier passes with a soft hum, the incongruously gentle ...