by submission | Oct 4, 2010 | Story
Author : Sean Monaghan
Tony Willits scrambled up the scree slope looking for the Leica on hands and knees. The sun, tapping the horizon, glistened through airborne particles. Deimos in the sky as some heavy terraforming dust-devils lurched along the far canyon edge. He’d taken some great photos, but this was too extraordinary to miss.
There was the camera, near the rover’s punctured tire.
“Tony?” Morgan said through comms.
“Uh-huh?” The tire and camera were down and across the slope, perhaps fifty meters from him.
“You hurt?” she said.
“I’m good. Getting the camera.” Tony stood upright, his ankle tender. He glanced down. The suit seemed intact, if dusty and scraped from the wreck. His oxygen read 95 so he had integrity. The sky gleamed.
“I’m venting,” Morgan said.
Tony looked around, but couldn’t see her. The rover wreckage was strewn over rocks and into gullies. They’d hit hard, but the canopy shell had protected them.
“Let me grab the camera,” he said, “and get this shot.” National Geographic, he thought. Posters, calendars. Thank God he had a copyright waiver from NASA. Most of the photos everyone else took became instant public domain.
“I’ve got ten percent here,” Morgan said, gasping a little.
Tony stepped onto a partially buried boulder. This was the spot, but he’d have to hurry, the sun was fading, slipping away.
He bounded downslope, careful not to trip on rover debris. He’d almost reached the camera when he saw Morgan.
She lay on her side, facing him another fifteen meters down, her helmet chipped and dented. The minipack had been torn off, so she was on the suit’s emergency micro supply. And her leg had been shorn off at the knee.
“Morgan?” He glanced at the shimmering sky.
“Eight,” she said. “My leg’s bad, right?”
“Yup.” He could see the camera off to his left. The suit would have detected the breach and inflated a tourniquet on her thigh.
“Are you getting pings from base?”
Tony moved towards the camera, tabbing through his HUD to track the emergency squad. There was nothing he could do for her now anyway.
“I’ve lost my backpack, haven’t I?” she said.
“Let me get this picture.” He leapt from the boulder. As he landed, his emergency response channel squawked.
“Willits?” Schnell said, from back at the garage. “Status?”
“Hey. We hit a hole and flipped the rove-.”
“Wow,” Schnell said. “That’s some view.”
“What?”
“We’ve lost your telemetry, except for your suitcam feed. That’s quite a sight.”
Tony shut the suitcam’s lens cover.
“Oh,” Schnell said. “Lost that too.”
Tony could nearly reach the Leica now.
“How’s Morgan?” Schnell said. “We’re getting nothing.”
The sun pulsed shafts of light through the dust.
“She’s okay too.” Tony grabbed the camera.
“Telemetry’s coming in,” Schnell said. “You’ve busted up my rover pretty bad.”
“I’m not okay,” Morgan whispered. “Got zero oxy left. Could use a buddy-breath.”
The sun was almost gone, sparkles glinted in the thin upper atmosphere.
“Can you see her?” Schnell said.
“I-”
“He … he can see me.”
“Get your pipe on her. We’re getting feeds now. She’s bleeding.”
Tony breathed. He could attach his buddy hose and share oxygen until rescue came.
Quickly, he thought, take the photo. As the sky faded he lifted the camera. The display panel was busted, and the viewfinder. And the lens.
“Morgan?” He tossed the wrecked camera aside and ran. Sitting, he yanked out his buddy-breath tube and plugged it into her inlet.
“Morgan?”
“Too late,” Schnell said. “We’ve got her feeds now. She’s gone.”
Tony sat back, looking at the dull and muddy sky.
by submission | Oct 2, 2010 | Story
Author : Jacqueline Rochow
We assumed that they were aliens. I mean, when something nonhuman approaches you from space and opens communication, it’s a freakin’ alien, right? Stands to reason.
They set up a station on the moon and opened communications. They were friendly. They wanted to trade tech, which was great for us. A little suspicious, I reckon, since what do we have to offer a species with freaking interstellar space travel? But they say you should never look a gift horse in the mouth, at least until after you’re out of sight of the guy who thought he was giving you the horse in a fair trade, so we were happy when they came down (with permission) to check out our planet.
They wanted human ambassadors for their moon station. Fine, we said. It’s not like there was a lack of volunteers. Sure, we were confused when they wanted all sorts of people from various walks of life, but I guess it makes sense to get a snapshot of all cultures when you’re dealing with an entirely different form of life. Whatever. I’m a freaking plumber and I’m in space, what are the chances of that?
So after a while they invited us to other bases, and we drifted further away from the earth. Some kids were born in space; they’ve never seen their planet. And when enough of us had established stable systems away from Earth, they struck.
And the Earth’s surface was made of fire and floods and hurricanes.
Naturally we weren’t happy about this, but those lizard-faced bastards explained, calmly, reasonably, that it was time for the Mother Planet’s rebirth. We asked what the hell that was supposed to mean. That was when they felt it appropriate to dispel the whole ‘they’re aliens’ notion and explain that they were, in fact, dinosaurs.
According to their religion, the Earth, their so-called Mother Planet, was supposed to go through many cycles to produce intelligent life. Because intelligent life was competitive and it was difficult to house more than one really intelligent species on a single planet, a single intelligent species would gain prominence and move on, the unnecessary planetside baggage would be wiped out, and the cycle would begin again. So smiling, under the guise of aliens coming to trade, they tempted us out into space to build new colonies, and then they burned ground zero behind us.
They didn’t seem to understand why we had a problem with this.
Freakin’ aliens. At least… no, you know what, I think they do count as aliens. I think that if you abandon a planet for millions of years you can’t call it your planet any more. Although I have to wonder why they’ve changed so little in that time; I mean, in that time frame we went from rat-things to bipedal supersmart primates, so why do they still look like actors wearing reptilian rubber suits? Or maybe they never used to look like that; in fact, why do they look so similar to us at all? Downright suspicious if you ask me.
And that, kiddo, is why you don’t have grandparents, and why your mummy sometimes stares wistfully off into space and sobs. She’s thinking of her old home, which you will never be able to see. Now scram, I’m trying to install pipes here.
by submission | Oct 1, 2010 | Story
Author : Steven Odhner
“I’m sorry, Dave. The effects are likely permanent.”
Roger looks properly sympathetic as he gives me the news, clutching my chart like a shield and wrinkling his forehead. I’m distracted, not by the bad news but by a green stain on his lab coat that I’m trying to identify. Lunch, medicine, or something else? Dave nods at nothing in particular, glances around the ward awkwardly and takes a step back.
“Well… I’ll leave you to… process all of this. I, uh. I’ll be around if you need me.” Presumably Roger has mistaken my silence for shock or something. If he had been Kathy she would have sat down on the bed next to me and offered a shoulder to cry on. If he had been Jake he would have suggested we sneak out and go to the bar.
I know, because he’s been both of them before.
I shuffle down the hall (flip-flops only, nothing with laces in case someone decides to do something drastic) and lean on the window at the end. I can see the lab building from here; feel the warm rays of the device reaching out to me. It’s like ripples on a pond, expanding outwards from the big splash. The metal meshwork embedded in the safety glass presses against my skin, making a pattern of red indentations. I push off of it and stand upright, careful not to let my feet slide too close to the wall. There’s a door next to me and I take the handle in hand – it’s locked, of course, but I need support for this next part…
Dangling by the know, I lean through the wall – high above the sidewalk I reach back through and unlock the door from the other side. I pull myself back and open it – the alarm sounds as I step through, but four out of five times the orderlies won’t find me before I reach the street so I remain calm. The exit is facing the lab, unfortunately, so as I step through my feet sink into the liquid earth. Some interns walk past halfway between me and the lab, laughing about something, but they don’t notice my stumbling, half-swimming sprint.
Finally I reach the corner and step around onto solid ground. I’ve lost both flip-flops, probably somewhere in the manicured lawn. I suppose I could make metal shoes and gloves at some point, armor myself against the effects of the device like an astronaut going on a space walk and head ever closer to the lab. Not that it would do any good. The device is destroyed, its ripples only felt by me.
Instead I turn towards home and…
“David? We’ve run every test we can.” It’s Kathy this time. She’s looking at my chart even though she’s probably memorized it. This was the shortest yet, maybe ten minutes. Hardly worth sneaking out at all.
“I’m afraid that the effects are probably permanent. The… the dementia and disorientation will never go away.”
There has to be a pattern to it. Why the little things change, why it lasts longer some times than others. Unless I’m actually crazy, but that’s a dead end anyway. Kathy sits next to me on the bed and drapes an arm around my shoulders. I think she’s wearing different perfume than before.
“It’s okay, David. We’ll figure this out. Somehow.”
Well, time for plan ‘B’. Let’s see her reaction to something impossible. I take her hand and point to the hallway. “Will you take a walk with me? I want to show you a magic trick.”
by Patricia Stewart | Sep 30, 2010 | Story
Author : Patricia Stewart, Staff Writer
It was a significant indiscretion to say the least. To have become emotionally involved in your science project was bad enough, but to have affected its outcome was unforgivable. In fact, it was a breach of conduct worthy of expulsion. Now, Mi’tera was faced with another dilemma, what to do about it.
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It had been an ambitious senior project, recalled Mi’tera; to study this very unusual corporeal life from. They were so different than Etheropeans, she thought, as she gazed at the tiny spaceship that she lovingly cradled. There were more than 400 “beings” living precariously within the little hollow metal vessel. They were so young, so vulnerable. For the last semester she had traveled through space with them as they “explored” the universe. How cute, she had thought. They think that they are so special, so unique. Boldly going wherever they wanted; only to repeatedly stumble into situations that they were not ready to handle. At first, Mi’tera only interacted in small ways: containing a plasma leak, strengthening a bulkhead, boosting the power output. Mi’tera considered this acceptable behavior back then, because the humans never suspected an outside influence; “luck favors the fortunate” they had boasted. Even later, when her unethical involvement became more emboldened, the naïve humans attributed the “miracles” to their crafty chief engineer. Even the fortuitous outcomes of her most egregious interventions were credited to the ingenuity of their dashing young captain. They never suspected they had a guardian watching over them.
However, Mi’tera knew that what she was doing was very wrong. She knew that she had to let nature take its course. Non-interference was a requirement for school projects involving observational science. But she couldn’t help herself. The humans were like helpless paidia, and her instincts were to protect them. As her charge left orbit after completing another successful mission, she could sense the humans moving within their tiny self-contained micro-environment. And when she concentrated, she could even read their thoughts, know their dreams, and feel their passion. Even now, they were totally unaware that she was deflecting an intense gamma ray burst that would have destroyed their frail molecular structures. Dammit, she vowed to herself, this will be the last time that she’d interfere on their behalf. After this one last time, she swore, they’ll be on your own. As they streaked together through space, she continued to hug the ship, occasionally vaporizing a rogue asteroid if it drifted too close to their flight path.
by submission | Sep 22, 2010 | Story
Author : Jeroen Amin
She lay on the bed in the darkness of her room, clinging to her teddy bear. She spoke in excited whispers so that Mommy sleeping next door would not wake. She told of all the adventures that had comprised her day. “Daddy, I wish you could have seen it!”
Somewhere in the bear’s head, something whirred to life. “I wish I could have too, honey.”
She hugged the bear tighter to her chest. The bear that was nine years worn with the stitching coming loose at many a seam and mismatched strings holding it together where cotton had fallen out bulged at the right leg as she squeezed. Somewhere on the side, another small stitch came loose ever so slightly. Inside the head, the microphone transmitted the girl’s voice thousands of lightyears away to the lone traveller in the cargo ship.
“We had a show and tell today, Daddy! I drew a picture of you and told my class that you were a cargo carrier and that you were on an important mission! Everyone was so proud!”
“That’s great! One day, I’ll come to class with you. How does that sound?”
“Oh yes, Daddy! Please!” A hundred times she had heard that promise and not once had she ever lost a shred of anxiousness for its fulfillment. Daddy would come home one day, she knew. Daddy will come and we’ll have lots of fun and all my friends will be jealous because my Daddy has gone through space to other colonies and their Daddies only stay here and make ships for people like my Daddy.
Mommy told her all about Daddy. He was a brave man who tried to help everyone. Sometimes good people and sometimes bad people but Daddy always helped people. Now he was helping people far, far away so that they can travel as fast as people here at home could and visit their own families too. It would take a long time but it would make everyone happy, including Officer Denton who came by once a month to check on Daddy’s progress.
She liked Officer Denton. He was a very nice man and always made sure that her Daddy could talk to her through the teddy bear.
“Now don’t you think it’s time for bed, missy? You have a project due tomorrow and you don’t want to be tired for it, now do you?”
She giggled at her Daddy’s pretend seriousness. “Ms. Francine is really nice though and I don’t think she’ll care.”
He found her thought process painfully endearing. “Your mother will mind, though. We don’t want her to be angry, do we?” he teased.
“Okay, Daddy, I’ll go. Good night. I love you.” She hugged the bear as hard as she could and adjusted herself into a comfortable position. Before she drifted off, she heard the words she was waiting for.
“I love you too, honey.”
Thousands of lightyears away, he switched off the microphone and adjusted the chair to a reclining position. Nine years of his sentence had been served for a stupid mistake. Six more to go. He would unload the parts the colony in the Hestate cluster to finish their HFTL construction and finally head back home, almost twice the speed he came. Six more years and he would finally see his daughter. Six more years and she would finally hug him instead of the damn bear.
