Homecoming
32 I.O. (years in orbit)The history lesson I taught last Tuesday was meant to be the highlight of the semester. Not just for me, but for the middle school kids I teach. I’m not sure what history classes were like
Blaze
For years, there had been a bug in Lupita’s hair. She had bought the cheap implant as a medical student, and it hadn’t interacted well with her biomonitor or immune-system booster. As well as changing colour on demand, like they
Hidden in the Starlight
“There you are! Enrico! Hey – Enrico!” His face furrowed in even more intense concentration than usual, Enrico whirled around, startled. “Huh? Oh, yes. Jim. Hello.” “We’ve been wondering where you were for the past hour!” cried Jim, clearly exasperated. “You’ve got
Zurquul Grug’Nam
“Zurquul Grug’Nam.” Cliff sounded out the unfamiliar syllables, stroking his short red beard. “Zurquul Grug’Nam. Wonder what it means.” “Ssh!” Howard was almost six inches taller than Cliff, clean-shaven, and muscular. “Don’t say that! You want to ask questions, be a
The Stream
The doctor pressed his finger against the flesh of her temple, searching for something. He was a kind, older man, on the verge of retirement, maybe, but with eyes as sharp as hers. Maybe even sharper, with all the things
Night and Day
Tibby zaps awake from her evening nap at seven o’clock, just like any other day. She stretches her joints and takes eleven steps forward. On the tenth, she stumbles into a chair. Madam must have moved the chair there this morning.
From Cradle to Grave
It was a day like any other. Maddie woke to the sound of her mother screeching, the steel embedded in her cheekbones fluttering, bone conduction