The waiter nodded and backed away respectfully. Nordique poured herself the last of the wine they had selected. “An exceptional vintage, Ar.” Nordique swirled the wine. “Pressed from the first generation of white grapes grown on Venus. Sure you want… Continue Reading
When their ships landed on the porous soil of Blue-and-a-Rock, the hatchlings rushed out to preserve the petroglyphs. They moved like a flood: overrunning the fields and valleys of the moribund world, clogging up the caves, prodding with claws and… Continue Reading
We zig-zag along a crooked stone bridge towards the tavern. Mist blankets the water, which is riotous with koi, though it’s a clear day elsewhere — a hologrammic projection of the weather from hundreds of years ago. Our daughter, Ruyi,… Continue Reading
The flasks and beakers looked boring now, even though they had fixed most of mankind’s problems. The glassware and cheap centrifuges looked as unremarkable as they did on the day they arrived by mail. Spencer paced in vague celebration among… Continue Reading
Since the most recent late-term miscarriage, I could see Janet falling once again into depression and the twilight world she entered when under stress and uncertainty. And she was frightened, clearly frightened, about what she would learn at the forthcoming… Continue Reading
It’s probably a bad idea to steal a mechano-pteradon, but I’ve been known to have worse ideas. I think. Nabbing Gatlin’s mount probably pays off what he owes me for ten years’ work, though. “Just a reward to be in… Continue Reading
The cars quietly drifted up and down the cables all night long. Talking to each other. Mumbling. Thinking. Hullo. Hullo. Good evening, Totem, sang the red gondola. It was a low, drone song. Good evening, Ewe, sang the blue gondola.… Continue Reading
Lank summited Esk Fell. He stood for a moment on the top to look around. But he could barely see anything. All was black smoke. There were blinking lights, like LEDs, of the conurbation below. He breathed. In. Out. His… Continue Reading
There’s a spaceship, a jumpsuit, and a moose. Well, really, there’s just the jumpsuit and the moose. They just happen to be on the spaceship. Oh, and there’s me. Trying to get to the jumpsuit. Being blocked by the moose.… Continue Reading
It’s just another one of those mid-afternoon lulls in the office when a peripheral vision notification pops up. It’s your beauty tracker app telling you that you’ve only gotten 2 instances of beauty so far today. Puzzling, since you know… Continue Reading