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The House of Friendship

Standing a mere stone's throw from the Eternal Hearth, the edifice was supposed to be a monument ...

The Angel and the Ape

Fr. Shaheen took a drag of his cigarrette as he stared up at the night sky. A few stars were just...

The Ansible

“I see we’ve got a bigger crowd than usual. Welcome, everyone, to this meeting of the Erickson Am...

Are We as Mayflies?

The hot Texas sun beat down on the two people sitting outside the root beer stand. Only one of th...

Art Angst

Ron sat in an overstuffed armchair hunched over an iPad, stylus in hand. The tablet's screen cast...

Beating the Heat

“…another record-breaking afternoon, with temperatures throughout the region surpassing the 90-de...

Everybody Poops Together

THUMP I stood next to the wall, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, trying to ignore t...

The Farspeaker's Apprentice

The main core of the network stretched out before me: rack upon rack of black boxes extending int...

First Contact

The golden rays of the westering sun soak into my fur, and I feel the warm sand under my palms er...

Human for a Day (part 1?)

“I got some reeeeeaaal good stuff this time.” My dealer glances furtively to either side, then pu...

In Which Greg Experiences Indigestion

This was an exercise to see how quickly I could write without obsessively rereading every sentenc...

The Leasemeat Farm

It was a tower of crap. Well, OK, it wasn't exactly crap, more processed solid waste suspended in...

The Mass Router

He glanced nadirward through the observation window at the green and blue surface of the planet. ...

Mundane Utility

Ron stared up at the metal behemoth looming over him. A nagging itch scraped at some dark corner ...

The Artificer's Litter

Orbiting a dwarf planet on the edge of Partisan territory are the remains of a massive megastruct...

On the Merits of Pelage

Tod, brushing a knot out of his tail: «Sometimes I think this coat isn't worth the hassle.» Jim: ...

RTFM

The data center was enveloped in uncanny stillness. The hearthkeepers had cut the power to the wh...

The Spacer Confederacy

“And you're the interim chief?” asked the federal councilman, his voice echoing throughout the ca...

Table Manners

For a few seconds I waver between turning right to head home or to cross the street to go to the ...

The Tornado

Jim surveyed the empty trailers around him as he sat in the lawn chair in front of his mobile hom...

Meanwhile, in an Alternate Universe

”Where’s your bathroom?” I think this was the third time any of us had heard him speak since we m...

An Alien Through Alien Eyes

I was sitting atop her head, an arrangement she tolerated as it was the only way I could get a go...