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7 Days of SciFi: 2, broken glass2) Broken Glass
There's something comforting about the notion of an ancient evil rising from the bowels of earth's sweltering core to destroy us all. There's a pleasant resignation in being annihilated by an all-powerful overlord in a massive worldwide battle. It's black and white. It is what it is. You raise your rifle, and unload as much lead into anything with more than one jaw before it rips your arms off. It wasn't too bad.
I mean, that's my opinion now. Now that it's all over, I mean.
The deck had been stacked against us from the start. They came from the planet's center, using the extreme temperatures to power their dimensional portal. The entry had been a rough birth. The earthquakes shoot cities apart, brick metropolises fell like a children's toys. Oceans ebbed frantically, drowning the coast fifty miles inland. Scientists, before they figured out the truth, even remarked with objective terror that
7 Days of SciFi: 1, Adept1) Adept
I first started seeing them out of the corner of my eye last year. On the subway, tucked between the sleepers and the bums, staring blankly and occasionally moving their hands. Near the banks, or the coffee shops, a look of permanently plastered expectation bound to their faces. I tried not to look at them. I tried to ignore them. I assume it was the same for others, the same strange feeling that if we did accidentally catch their eye, we'd look away. Quickly. Even though there was nothing to look at. It wasn't an eye. It was plastic and glass. It wasn't a person, or a face. Just plastic.
They were installed amongst the unwashed masses by some company, some kind of viral advertising gimmick. The world was getting more crowded, they said. People are becoming so sensitive! Like angry sardines in a tin, they said. Accidents will happen. A lot. And frequently! They sai
NaNo 2013 PrologueOn the morning Ethel Sumner sent her son to his death, all was quiet.
The Sumner family, like all families in their town, played a strange game. Anually, for the past three years, all families were entered into a lottery. And though the Sumner family had 'won,' the feeling of 'winning' was very much absent. This had been hard for Ethel. And she'd be doubly damned if it weren't going to get harder.
The region was in the midst of a four month drought. The Sumner family was a family of farmers, a mix of five adults, three children, and unrelated crew hands. The previous week Eric Sumner had let go two of his best ranch hands. They simple couldn't afford to pay them anymore. Rainless periods on their world were not unusual, but damn if it weren't the farmers who were always hit the hardest.
But as the sun peeked over the horizon, the bright dawn had given way to gray as storm clouds rolled in. Ethel packed her son's knapsack for the las
Geiger's CourierAs I walked, the blue of the desert sky began to fade. I pulled my hood over my head, even though my machine body needed neither protection from the sun nor shelter from the wind. Simply put, I didn't like the feeling of the unending void above me, looming, watching, infinite. I knew I shouldn't have such feelings, so I ignored the rationale and allowed my hands to move as they pleased.
I adjusted the leather strap. The sky was pale. Gray. Stars blinking into view, I refused to meet their eternal gaze. As I walked I was dying. As I walked, I was not yet born.
But as I laid my feet in a careful pattern, one in front of the other, I didn't notice. Day, night, it didn't matter, for I'd been given the unenviable position in life of a courier, and I neither knew nor cared for anything else.
Not yet, at any rate.
My body was a vessel for my vague sense of self, for I was water gathered between shaking palms, a cup half-filled, a fleet lif
The TDST, 2727.
I closed the door to Elitiana’s room quietly.
"Krathax, you got anything in that tin can of yours on this world?"
"Yeah, a little, why? The Royals don’t really bother with this place. Low population, less than amicable living conditions. They probably just harvest ice for their snow cones, or whatever."
Lumiel frowned. I smirked. "How about physiology? Everyone’s eyes are…yellow and stuff?"
Krathax folded his arms over his chest, his blue-and-red eyes looking upwards to the ceiling. Invisible file sorting, probably, and pursed his lips and pondered. Somehow, the man always looked cheery, even when in permanent-winter surviving and blind-girl saving mode. "It’s genetics," he said at last. "98% of the population have eyes that are yellow, 2% have blues. It’s part of their adaptation to the winter environment. Thicker skin, better conservation of body heat, deeper visual penetr
The TDST, 25, 2625.
I awoke with the intense feeling I was being watched. In my dreams, I'd been locked in a house. A giant ivory eye was looking into the windows, and no matter where I ran in the house, there it would be. Even the tiny windows of the bathrooms, there it would be. Watching.
I had been terrified.
Awake, I looked around, left and right, up, down…my tiny apartment was empty. But my heart still thudded in my chest, a freight train of instinct, a fire of bad omen.
There was a rapping on my door. And just like that, all my terror focused into a stiletto of annoyance. Still half-clothed, I tore the door open and snapped, "What?"
Cassidy, in a brown skirt and vest, looked shocked. She stared at my chest with an embarrassment unique to a fifteen-year-old girl, and mumbled an apology. I gritted my teeth at her and she shied back. My annoyance melted to regret and instantly to sadness. A cathartic need to confess welled u
The TDST, 24PART IV: THE INEVITABLE
I was losing my mind.
Stuck in the Between, out of the information loop, pretending I should be calm and what, happy?
It was the third day of me asking. I was getting ruder about it, too. Instead of asking Lumiel in the halls, or at the daily meeting with Beedle, I'd decided to go to her room. Her quarters were in a separate atrium, where other Irians lived. I rapped on the door that was hers until my knuckles hurt.
Finally, she opened the door, narrowed her eyes, and hissed, "What?"
"I want to interview Snowman."
"NO." Lumiel tried to close the door. I stuck my hand and foot in, effectively wedging myself inside the frame. "I've told you, no!"
"I want to interview Snowman," I pressed.
"Cutter, get out."
"Fine!" I shouted, slammed my palms against the door, and pushed myself back in the hallway. I grabbed the doorknob and pulled, slamming the door. I almost caught her fingers in
The TDST, 2323.
I was lying on my back in the grass outside the Radar Research Center, staring at pictures I'd taken on my phone. The Between base, the fountains, the way the atrium ceiling lit up like auroras. Cass, Krathax, pictures of San Francisco, even one of Jennifer the Art Student. The blue grass of this other Princeton, the pretty green co-ed I'd passed. I paused my impatient leafing when I got to Lumiel's picture, the one I'd taken earlier in the afternoon. She was sneering, her eyebrows peaking villainously.
You're a sad little man, C. What are you, without the rules of the SFPD to hold you on a track? You can't decide if you want to kill the guys who beat up that girl or just let 'em fall to the whims of the law. You can kill them, you know. The Interviewer really did hint you have a 'license to kill.'
"No one dies," I mumbled.
Okay, if you say so. I think you're a teenager again, wanting to test your boundaries.
The TDST, 2222.
We collared Emily at her class and escorted her away. Her classmates stared and gawked; apparently TDT presence was a big deal. If kayaking was Emily's cover, she'd already done her illicit business on the lake. So, the girl had no problem throwing a royal fit as we hauled her off.
"What is this? I haven't done anything!" Et cetera. Her whining created an auditory parade all the way to the campus PD office, where we borrowed an interview room.
We all squeezed the little gray room with the one-way mirror. Interview rooms like this were a Transdimensional constant in any world that resembled mine. Emily was still whining until I interrupted.
"We know you peddle the dope, kid."
Emily's mouth snapped shut. She looked at me dead on. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Your neighbor ratted you out."
"I don't even know my neighbor."
"He saw the thugs in suits, Emily," I accused. "And named you as a local dealer of noir."
The Oncoming Storm - Ch. 1 - Some Serious Nonsense The land of Minecraftia was silent, just like it normally was before a storm. The sky was bright, slowly beginning to turn orange as the sun dropped below the trees of the nearby forest.
From the distance, a low hum of voices could be heard. Muffled by a wooden door, they slowly grew louder until finally, Jason pushed open the door with a laugh. "Shut up, I wasn't that bad!" He said to Ty as he followed behind him. Instead of holding the door like Jason had for him, he walked past it, letting it fall shut.
"Yeah, you kinda were." He said, ignoring Sky as the door hit him in the face behind the two. "Dude you didn't even get past the second level."
"Yeah because it was hard!"
"That's what she said..." Sky mumbled as he rubbed his nose agitatedly.
Jason hit Sky in the back of the head, sending the commander a few feet forward. "Every damn time, Adam!" Jason laughed.
Sky smirked and rubbed th
TOS Teaser Ty walked into the kitchen with a small hum, leaving Jason to his own devices in the living room. The General pulled off his helmet and tossed it onto the couch, flopping down beside it. He was only sitting there for a few seconds before something on the coffee table caught his eye.
He grabbed the gold and reddish-pink floral printed box off the table and opened the lid curiously. Inside it was nothing but a silver pocket watch with a matching chain attached to the end. Jason rather slowly reached into the box and picked it up, squinting at it.
Upon closer examination, he noticed odd circle-like shapes carved into the surface of the metal on both sides. It was funny... The watch gave him an odd sense of familiarity, or otherwise that he had forgotten something - something important... Although he was quite sure that he hadn't.
Curiosity getting the better of him, he raised his thumb to the top of the
SWtCW: Pyrrhic Victory pt.3Coruscant, Office of the Supreme Chancellor
“And you're quite certain our own forces will be unaffected?” the Supreme Chancellor inquired as he examined the floating diagram before him.
“Oh yes Supreme Chancellor,” Doctor Sionver Boll trilled excitedly. “So long as our forces do not have any electronics in the immediate blast area they will be unaffected. There is zero fallout from this weapon and they can move in immediately!”
Supreme Chancellor Palpatine nodded and smiled at the bivall scientist.
“I believe you shall have your field test soon Doctor, our forces on Malastare are not fairing as well as they should, and I believe your bomb may make the difference.”
The bivall's eyes lit up excitedly. “A field test under combat conditions? Truly? Oh that would be excellent Supreme Chancellor!”
“It shall be arranged immediately then, I will assure the appropriate escort is assigned to you and contact the in theater co
Shatter Me - Ch. 7 - The Blood of The End I thought Jack had lost his mind. He hardly ever said anything when he used to join me and the team on missions - even back when we didn't really have a team. He was always just there for support - for a quick teleport out if things got bad.
Ren... No, Adrian right? Or was it Enderlox? Oh my god why is this so confusing?!
Enderlox froze mid step. Jack smiled. So that's why he'd done it. He had seen the kid and known that he'd be fine because the Lord of The End would never be cruel in his presence.
His son, or Zek as I would find out later, stared at his father in confusion. "Dad, what are you doing?"
"Working on business, little one." Enderlox replied. He smiled tiredly. "It's late. Go back to bed."
Zek looked at us with piercing red eyes. "Who are these people?" He asked. "They're from the overworld, aren't they?"
"Yes, and I'll tell you all about it later." Enderlox said. "Now go on bac
Thalia's Tale - Ch. 29 - Taco Tuesday "Lysander told me all about the Kraken thing. Says you were just like me." Damon said.
"It was really fun." Thalia replied.
"So... What d'you think of being a Skylord?" Damon asked.
Thalia sighed. "I dunno, pops. I really don't. I liked it but I just don't know if I really wanna be a Skylord."
"You're sixteen now, you know." Damon pointed out. "You're old enough to apply to the academy."
"Honestly... Before I came here I would have done it simply because you asked. But now... I kinda wanna stay in the army."
"Really?" Damon asked incredulously. "Military?"
Thalia shrugged. "I really like it here. And training with the Commander, I just sort of realized I don't want to leave."
Damon shrugged with a short sigh and kissed her forehead. "Do whatever makes you happy, sweetheart." He stood up, rolling his eyes. "Maybe Toby'll carry out the family name." He teased.
Granica Swiatow cz. IINie znana lokalizacja, ani czas.
Leżałam na czymś miękkim, byłam przykryta. Wszystko mnie bardzo bolało, w szczególności głowa. Otworzyłam oczy, zobaczyłam rozlatujący się sufit. W pomieszczeniu panował półmrok. Próbowałam się podnieść, ale ból mnie ograniczał do tego stopnia że nie potrafiłam się prawie ruszyć. Zrezygnowałam ze wstawania. Rozejrzałam się po pokoju. Na przeciw łóżka stała przedwojenna komoda ze stłuczoną szybą. Po lewej od wyra stała mała szafeczka z napojem i szklanką. Po prawej siedział, a właściwie to spał, długowłosy samiec łasicy. Wpół leżał na łóżku resztą siedział na krześle. Próbowałam go dosięgnąć. Udało mi się złapać go za w
Gamma World: Tempus Fugitive: Chapter 17
The Robotropolis Café made an excellent breakfast, and Cera, Garadun and Symphony made sure that Jessica knew how much they enjoyed it. They were the only customers in the place that early in the morning, apart from a mutant bear who was nursing a big cup of coffee. The robot was very appreciative of their praise. Too many customers couldn’t be bothered. They just ate and left – usually without leaving a tip.
“So what brings you to Robotropolis?” Jessica asked.
“We’re sort of on a quest.” Cera took the photograph of the tubular aircraft from her coat pocket and handed it over. “Have you ever seen this before?”
Jessica looked at the photo and jerked in surprised. “What? Of course I have, honey. Everyone has. That’s the founder of Robotropolis.”
“Say what?” said the weasel girl, gobsmacked.
Gamma World: Tempus Fugitive: Epilogue
It was a funny old gamma world.
That’s what Garadun had said about the results of Cera’s quest. As she stood there in the great plaza in front of Robotropolis City Hall, staring up at the enormous former body of Asimov, the robot city’s founder, Cera was forced to agree. She had travelled thousands of kilometres and risked her life in pursuit of a dream that had turned out to be nothing like she’d imagined. Reality had proved to be far weirder.
Cera turned at the sound of kittens trilling, and saw Symphony’s many adorable selves scampering across the plaza’s smooth granite towards her. They swarmed around the other pedestrians, robot and biological alike, and came to her side. They sat back on their haunches and gazed up en masse at the colossal robot body. Cera read her friend’s thoughts and couldn’t help but smirk. Symphony was unimpressed.
The kittens miaowed and pointed
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