I don't remember being a citizen, but when I was growing up, it was all my father ever talked about. 'Back in the valley,' he would say, and point to the acrylic mural that took up most of the wall by the front door. It looked nothing like a valley. It was a jumble of angles and curves, oddly ...

Autumn was ending the day the man who carried no name wandered into the village of Plum Rose. Nearly bent double by the pack upon his back, the stranger nevertheless moved with a fluidity and grace that immediately drew attention in the dusty township. Children watched from hidden places and ...

“We’ve got a jumper.” Pratt was one of those orderly, wiry men who pleased supervisors without ever accomplishing much of value. Detective Harr lit his cigarette and enjoyed the growing scowl on Pratts face. Cigarettes were quite illegal in hospitals, but no one questioned a damned thing ...

Listen now, my children, to the sparks of our ancestors. This soil was not always touched by flame. When our ancestors first began to weave tales of hydrogen and controlled fusion there was a terrible storm, my children. The storm plagued our wireless networks; it tore away our ability to ...

"Do you love me?" asked Josephine. "Of course I love you." said Arthur "You know that." Josephine looked suddenly distraught. "Okay." Arthur took her hand. "What is it? Why are you upset?" Josephine looked him in the eyes, her whole body tense. "I want you to meet my daughter ...

I'll try to explain this as simp--Yes, I know what time it is. It all makes sense, okay? It's perfectly logical. This is how Navah explained to me: Radiowaves, okay? Radios use' em, so do televisions and cell phones. Navah said everyone knew this, but whatever. You know the static, right? On ...

"See," said Don, as he tapped on the screen, "I told you. Even if I prevent Velocivich from inventing the warp drive, someone else does it within a year, and we still colonize Tao Ceti before the end of the century. You can't change history. History has a way with things." Behind the ...

Caleb's hand reached for the rope one more time to hoist himself up onto another ledge. The icy winds howled around him as he hit the heat-release button on the ice-pick to pull it back easily from the sheer face he'd just managed to climb. A breath-taking view of the blue sky melding with the ...