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Feeling Blue

By B. York | August 25, 2005
Riktor ducked beneath a broken beam in the house and kept his live porta-mic on at his side. The satchel strapped around his left shoulder hugged him tightly. "This is Rik Vance with Underground Union reporting to you from housing project 56." He heard the groans coming from down the hallway ...
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A World Without Stairs

By J.R. Blackwell | August 24, 2005
Two weeks ago Forsythia moved into a new apartment in a beautiful old high-rise. Everything there was antique, from the dark wood paneling to the rich carpeting. It was a far cry from the decaying 20th century-style cinderblock tower that Forsythia used to live in. There were multiple ...
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Rebirth

By Kathy Kachelries | August 23, 2005
Her hair is wet and stringy with amniogel and the tips of her fingers are wrinkled. She is thrashing around as much as the restraints will let her, choking and vomiting the pink nutrient liquid. This one is well-preserved. The centuries have left her untouched. Her small breasts are quivering ...
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Imagine

By B. York | August 22, 2005
Kadence smiled, looking over the vast rolling hills of sun soaked wheat. Her hair waved in the wind and the world seemed to pause to give her innocent beauty notice. Palestine approached from behind with soft footsteps, coming to watch the same glorious picture. "It's... without ...
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The Wish

By J.R. Blackwell | August 21, 2005
When Ren won the global lottery he thought his handheld had been hacked. He knew his chances of winning were small but he bought his tickets daily just like everyone else. The ads said that you paid for the excitement of playing and Ren knew it was true. As soon as he got the news Ren called a ...
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Sum of Her Parts

By Kathy Kachelries | August 20, 2005
We are using your ankles, he said. She sat in the cold plastic chair, watching the scientist twirl the vial of her blood. Only my ankles? You have strong ankles. They hold your feet well. He put the tube in a plastic holder. The top of the tube was red and black swirled. She wondered why ...
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Deo’s Hole

By J. Loseth | August 19, 2005
Down the hill, past the cornfields, just north of Brattleboro and west of New Hampshire is a bend in the river that they call Deo’s Hole. It’s a deep place that comes just after some tame rapids, a perfect swimming hole that just happens to have a rocky outcropping above it from which ...
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This World's Not Built For Lovers

By Jared Axelrod | August 18, 2005
“I’m going to have to break this off, Siobahn.” Rupert hadn’t been looking forward to this, and the confusion on the poor girl’s eyes only made it worse. He had chosen one of the more romantic dungeons to break this news to her, and that may have been a mistake. “I do not ...
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Translation

By Kathy Kachelries | August 17, 2005
Her name was Bianca. She was thirteen. She only spoke French. No one spoke French. The resistance brought her here after she'd been hit by a Federated tank. The gash stretched from her ribcage to her hip, opening up like a silent and thirsty mouth. I realized, after the third hour, that ...
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Copy

By J.R. Blackwell | August 16, 2005
“I still don’t understand how anyone could justify putting a little kid through this.” Quinn’s father glared at the doctor, viciously protective. The doctor shrugged. “It’s to discourage use. They didn't intend it for little kids.” His mother had been begging hopelessly ...
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Digital Multiplex

By J. Loseth | August 15, 2005
“So what about ‘light blue’ or ‘dark blue’? Can I just say ‘tinoh ekilit’ and ‘tinoh saikilit’? Or do you have to use a separate word?” “No, no, you’re missing the point. They don’t have light blue or dark blue. It’s either blue or it isn’t.” “But they have ...
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Soul Drive

By B. York | August 14, 2005
Turning a page in the magazine, Martha looked up to glance around at the others waiting in the lobby. The sound of dizzying muzak resonated around the off-white walls. She was nervous, but she had no reason to be. She was going to help a lot of people. Across the room there was a small child ...
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Party Girl

By J.R. Blackwell | August 13, 2005
Which one of you did I go to the DEX with last night? Fess up fuckers, cause one of you left me floating in R-space without my pants. At first, I didn’t even know I was awake, there was light inside of my head and I couldn’t make it dark. Then I realized that my eyes were open and I was ...
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Tomorrow Is Suburbia

By B. York | August 12, 2005
"They're shutting down another museum?" Michael groaned as he turned the page over. "Who do these guys think they are? There's like, what... two museums in the world left?" Michael's co-worker slowly raised his head above the cubicle and cocked a brow. "Mike, do you ever listen to what you ...
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The Tower

By J.R. Blackwell | August 11, 2005
The day Korea went silent was the greatest single act of terror the world has ever known. There were no bombs in Samsungs tower, no poisonous explosions, no shootings, no crystal night. There was only that quiet dormant virus, spreading silently from one person to another, insidiously latching ...
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Fleet Of Ages

By Jared Axelrod | August 10, 2005
I've been expecting you. You're going to ask me if I've heard what the Fleet of Ages found on their return trip. I have. Wasn't surprised when I heard it, either. I never could wait. That was my problem. That was a failing we all shared. I used to think that, more than any man, I understood ...
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Dan Huckabee, Hero

By J. Loseth | August 9, 2005
for my mother Dan Huckabee was the type of guy that nobody liked at parties, unless it was a party filled with the same type of guy that Dan Huckabee happened to be. He talked too much. Some people talk too little at parties, and nobody likes them, but nobody liked a guy who went on ...
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Weapon of Choice

By B. York | August 8, 2005
"Damn, we're in a tight spot!" Simon had never seen a more troublesome mentor in all of his training. He just sat wide-eyed with two suitcases in his arms, stuffed behind a pile of debris from their bridge-port fight, his legs poking out. Simon's maverick mentor Alabaster Jones was firing a ...
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