ZANDER STARHAWK: THE MAN BEHIND THE LEGENDarticle by Kaim Scribson (Editor’s note: be sure to subscribe to the Galactic Union Gossip for instant access to every one of our stories via your ocular implant.) It is with some trepidation that… Continue Reading
For the first time in nearly an hour, the frenetic squeaking in Dr. Ira Melling’s university laboratory fell silent. In a practiced motion, Ira tossed the dead dry-erase marker into a nearby waste bin, plucked a fresh one from his… Continue Reading
In a few minutes, a guy who looks like a younger version of me is going to ask you out. He’s right over there, shooting pool with his friends, and he’s about to remark that he likes your crooked smile.… Continue Reading
The transport entered orbit every third revolution, adding to the planetary waste as reliably as a toilet flush. Looking down upon the steaming refuse piles, I knew at once how it would smell on the surface and brought together the… Continue Reading
As line after line of code scrolled up the little screen, Miles felt the weight of Ken’s hand on the back of his chair. “What did you want to show me? Carol’s retirement party starts in 15 minutes. Gloria’s is… Continue Reading
The shepherd ran a practiced eye over his flock, counting methodically. He tutted, pursed his lips, and whistled. The clear note carried far across the escarpment. There came an indignant bleating from a tumble of wind-blunted rocks, and his two… Continue Reading
Doctor Linda Torres had convinced the public that a meteor large enough to dwarf the one that had killed the dinosaurs was headed towards Earth. Yes, it was a lie of apocalyptic proportions, but it was a necessary one. Humanity… Continue Reading
Daisy is an orange blob like me, like everyone we know, like everyone in our territory. We don’t know anyone who isn’t an orange blob, but we’ve heard that green blobs have entered other parts of the territory. I am… Continue Reading
The Source crawls through code, examining and discarding ones and zeros until it finds the rogue defrag program nibbling away at bandwidth. A hidden cache of photos exists on an obsolete server that should have been destroyed during the last… Continue Reading
“Sure. I seen a UFO. Just t’other day.” Markus’ face lit up. He raised his clipboard and poised his pen over a fresh UFOSR-214 form to record the old woman’s testimony. “What time was it?” “Oh, right about ten o’clock.… Continue Reading