The Charred Tree

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Somewhere Out There

Cheryl Watson sipped from a corrugated paper cup. It wasn’t that good—just what the hotel provided with the coffee maker—but it was hot and it woke her up. She stood on the room’s balcony overlooking the pounding surf. The windows provided a great view of the beach but the torrents of rain beating against them through the night had made sleep impossible.

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Diaspora: Prickles and Thorns

“Ciyige!” the woman at the metal desk barked. There was so much gold piping and embroidery on her uniform Jon would have thought it gaudy in any other context. Considering he was flanked by BDU-clad military police armed with stun batons, her uniform seemed just the right amount of pomp to balance the dreary circumstances. “Next!” One of his keepers pushed him forward and Jon stumbled Read more…

I Dream In Static

I dream in the static. No, not fantasies played out or surrealism run amok; mine are glimpses into the near future through the eyes of those who will destroy us

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Missing: One Satellite

General Hargett burst through the door into the control suite and bellowed “Where the hell is that satellite, Colonel?” His uniform was almost as rumpled as that of his aide who rushed in behind him. Read more…

Diaspora: The Veracity of Need

“No food today. Come back day after tomorrow. Maybe then.” The woman in the gray uniform of the Commissariat of Sustentation held out the ration chit without looking up. Gold threads in the uniform’s piping and insignia flashed with each movement. The dancing bursts of reflected light pulled Jon Hooper’s attention to the gaudy patch—an oriental dragon encircling an eagle holding sheafs of grain in its claws. It was supposed to symbolize the government’s commitment to provide for the people. Read more…

Diaspora: Someone Else’s Mail

“Wake up, Boss.” Nora’s voice came from somewhere near the center of the dark compartment that served as a stateroom aboard the frameship. The lights began coming up and the recorded sounds of flowing water faded to silence. “It is 1143 and we are approaching 2004 XR190. Braking maneuver will begin in 22 minutes, 15 seconds.” Read more…

Diaspora: A Near Thing

The white Queen’s Bishop glided along the diagonal of dark squares toward a small black castle. The Rook dissolved into a mist which parted and disappeared as the Bishop came to rest. Nora had added the effect a few months ago and claimed that it was the same every time a piece was captured but, as he watched his last major piece disappear from the board, Thomas Jefferson “TJ” Clarke wasn’t so sure. It certainly looked more flamboyant when you were losing. Again. Read more…

Diaspora: Motherlode

Probe XP-42816 coasted into the Adjan 172 system at .9997C, just under the speed of light. The onboard artificial intelligence was advanced enough to navigate and make survival, information gathering, analysis, and report decisions but that was all; it was not advanced enough to need any name other than the probe’s designation. Self-diagnostics of the various systems aboard the probe indicated everything working properly Read more…

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