Sci-fi Author – Worlds of weirdness, aliens and humanity in 99 words
Mud coated my exosuit boots as I moved toward the day's co-ordinates. My breath replaced the once-rhythmic wash of waves. "Water levels still decreasing, decided when you're returning?" "Another season won't hurt," I glanced at the data, deep activity readings implied microscopic life, "hate to lose ground." The receding waters left behind new questions previous... Continue Reading →
People come out changed, or not at all, says the whispers. Called me in ta' fix a drone. Remembered thinkin' their workers looked mindless, till one leaned in, showed me circuitry boosts I never could'a imagined. Wondered, why me? Then they hired me full time, ta learn their subatomics, an' I keep gettin' a sense... Continue Reading →
"Black's not moving-" he cried. "It's okay baby, I'll fix it," she said. She'd chosen Black. She should've seen the signs. Never again. No more shortcuts. She'd tried other horses, same dark fur, tall, friendly, but he always knew. Her team arrived, collected Black and she returned to work, tireless and determined. If anyone could... Continue Reading →
"You ready?" "System calibrated?" "Got it all, now sleep and let the magic happen-" "What about colour tracking, covered all wavelengths? D'you double check?" "Me and four others-" "And the pixels. Did they max out? Fifteen-hundred?" "Last ten runs, crystal clear." "Shadows? Freckles? Strands of hair?" "Like Da Vinci. We got this. Relax." "Okay... Make... Continue Reading →
“Scanning; water, sand. Beach.” “Correct. This?” “Turbine engines, winged structures. Aircraft.” “This?” “Two humans. Arms around eachother. Content. Hugging.” “What else?” The human watched the Android ponder. “Unable to ascertain without further details.” “Guess.” “Scenarios with highest probabilities are a need for warmth, or pressure to ease physical discomfort.” “Anything else?” “Physical fatigue; a need... Continue Reading →
“Rise in adulthood aggression and medieval pre-twenty-third century Earthen ideals.” “Thought we coded them out?” My research partner and I watched the latest group of toddlers through the window. A parent entered, giving their child a new battalion spacecraft toy in place of its baby doll. “You’ll be stronger than the last,” the parent said,... Continue Reading →
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