Hemosapiens

There was a time when food could be remembered; a time when you could lick your lips and recall the sweet sting of dehydrated packaged delights. Too bad those days don’t exist anymore. Days like that leave you when the thirst takes over. Travel has just about stopped by now. No one comes ...

The Contract

My brothers made me lay on my stomach, my bare back exposed to their brushes. We are a family of artists; my brothers make a fine design. My father, his fingers stained with ink, watched them work, his face warped in a scowl. “She may not come.” warned my father. “She is the weakest of ...

She is an iLand

The bud blossomed into her ear, its hairlike tendrils snaking towards her eardrum where they fanned out into electric petals, sensors cool against her hot skin. The soft thud reminded Meredith of being submerged, and in a way, she was: holding her breath against the summer rush hour stench of ...

Devotion For Mechanics

"I knew the Chief went to Japan, I just didn't know he picked up a new wife," Bedford said. Bedford removed her welding mask and wiped the sweat from her face with an oily rag. She adjusted herself in the crook of the mecha's kneecap, letting her repair work cool. "Pretty too," Armijo said. ...

Conquest

Palkas' autograph line had finally dwindled to nothing. They'd capped the line two hours ago and now, at last, the final gawkers and fans were being escorted out of the building. With a sigh and a stretch, Palkas stood and worked the kinks out of his neck. Signing autographs, while less taxing ...

Only the Poor Forget

For the ninth time today, Dyson glanced up from sweeping the facilities floors. He knew it was the ninth, because he'd been watching his bank account shrink with every confused teen who walked by, every school field trip who waltzed in and every curious observer who thought he could lend a ...

In The Black Moriah's Shadow

The restaurant still sold wine from when the meteor struck. The very year. Abigail said she could taste ash in every sip, though that didn't stop her from drinking. I swirled my glass, looking for bits that might be floating about in the cold liquid, fragments of catastrophe sealed by glass ...

Burn

Today is an unofficial public holiday. Those people that can take a day off work do so, those that can't call in sick. Today is The Burn. I don't know who started the tradition (some people say that it was a group of Canadian activists, other claim that it was a collation of South African ...

Pragmatist

Jergan loved ships. Ever since he was a little mite he'd loved them, watched them, lusted over them--it was only natural that he become a pilot. He'd been a dock worker for years as a teenager, hauling and stacking crates, recalibrating spanners, and bugging any captains he could get a word ...

Wikishine

"You just need to get your priorities in order," Pern said as he plunked the ripe wikifruit onto the table. Courtney watched with dismay, her eyes wide as she watched the young man end drive a long knife through the product of her months of gardening. "Food is all fine and good, but we ...

Fire

There was frost on the window. It was supposed to be summer, but since the last conflict began, every season had been extended. A fleet of enemy carriers lay still in orbit just outside of normal battalion fire, visible through the large viewscreen window, but they did not move. General Dana ...

Hoarding Colored Rags

I remember your touch, your taste, the way your mouth curled slightly when you said my name. Everything about you that made me happy, I've copied and cached. I can call it up with a thought, or a few key strokes if it's unusual. The odd high note your voice lilted into when you laughed at ...

The Thousand Mile Voice

Robert made the same mistake every Spartan makes. He thought he was ready. A thousand miles away they were stretching Michael out on the wall. He was naked and bleeding. They took out the tool that Michael recognized from his training and he switched his router on with a thought. Suddenly, ...

Dealer's Goods

Rage. It was burning, fiery, coursing, singing like a hurricane through wind-bent trees and thundering like a tsunami. He felt his teeth clench and grind, his eyes widen, his nails cutting two crescents of half-moon wounds into his palms. His thoughts cascaded together, mind like an avalanche. ...

Turned Off

The girl was only on at night, like all of the girls on Bleeker. Her hair was a different color every couple of weeks, because it was so easy to change, but her eyes were always the same. They dressed her up in costumes depending on the season. In December, it was a red velvet miniskirt ...

Alternate

“So what about Communists? Can we film Communists?” Ted asked as he tapped the pen against the side of the clipboard. He looked up at his boss, who stood next to the whiteboard. “Communists? Yes!” Greg squiggled the word ‘communist’ on the board with his black marker and turned ...

The Lost Prince

Boromir was off his medication. He was tired of forgetting who he really was. He had to be careful about the pills. The thick armed nurse at work would watch him swallow them and then stand in front of him as he opened his mouth and waggled his tongue. The nurse would frown at him, her face ...

Legal on Mars

"It's just a brain game," Aaron assured the dubious Thomas. He grinned, a sly smirk that made his half-lidded eyes seem like they knew something Thomas didn't. Thomas had always hated that. "It messes with people's heads," Thomas insisted, stubborn. "You're not even allowed to have them ...

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