Lisa called me that afternoon. I was standing in the rain in front of the In-Situ Laboratory, watching deer run beneath the elevated walkway.

"I just wanted to say," she said. "Sam… I'm sorry about Saturday." Her voice was quiet. She sounded ...

Villam’s first campaign began at 29:15; within minutes he was a veteran.

A third of his squad died within seconds of disembarking, victims of the Cirrillian psionic artillery, the heavy bombardment shattering their synapses and boiling their brains within ...

It's another damn fine desert day, and Old Joe sits on the dilapidated Lazy Boy on the porch in front of his trailer. He's got his feet up and a pint bottle of cheap wine in his hand, and he's thinking lazy desert thoughts. He's got his chores done, tended ...

On my first day on the incident desk, a distraught little man well into his second century burst in through the door of the station. "I've killed her!," he shrieked at me, "Killed her!" He punctuated each bespittled utterance with a spastic wave of a cricket ...

"Is that one of those computers?" I asked gesturing at the flat, monolithic screen hanging on the far wall.

"Sort of," he replied, staring oddly at the housewarming gift I'd set on a table. "It's more of an entertainment center, but it does a lot of the ...