Fiction
Do The Best of Their Actions Equal The Worst of Their Actions?
Equation
The great machine approached the dead planet with reverence, descending to the edge of its ionosphere. There it hovered with infinite patience. Searching. Recording temperatures, atmospheric conditions, radiation levels, and orbital speed. Scanning for any and all signs of life or sentience.
Just as it had been programmed to do.
In its current state, the machine appeared to be a long, trapezoidal bar; dark, metallic, and smooth. Light from the nearest star reflected off its surface, making it look aglow with energy. It waited until the planet completed one full rotation, then collated its data:
There had been life. Once,...
Sometimes the hardest one to live with is yourself.
Back Seat Driver Pt 2
Read Pt 1"No, Rachel, you don't understand! We can be together,
forever, now. God, Rachel, don't you know how I need you? I'm lost—lost!"
"So, I'm trapped in this damned house, with nothing to
do but hold your hand?"...
A sci-fi Native American (First Nations) story
FINAL POTLATCH
Foreword: This story is fiction framed in ethnology.
First published by Altair Magazine of Australia, which no longer exists. The illustration was scanned from the magazine. Updated in 2010 to honor the Vancouver community, whose Canadian and First Nations societies...
Do The Best of Their Actions Equal The Worst of Their Actions?
Equation
The great machine approached the dead planet with reverence, descending to the edge of its ionosphere. There it hovered with infinite patience. Searching. Recording temperatures, atmospheric conditions, radiation levels, and orbital speed. Scanning for any and all signs of life...
Sometimes the hardest one to live with is yourself.
Back Seat Driver Pt 1
The lights have been left on.
Stephen growled at the car and slammed the door shut with unwarranted violence. Through the door, he could still faintly hear the pleasant voice of the car's computer:
As you have...
Sometimes the hardest one to live with is yourself.
Back Seat Driver Pt 2
Read Pt 1"No, Rachel, you don't understand! We can be together,
forever, now. God, Rachel, don't you know how I need you? I'm lost—lost!"
"So, I'm trapped in this damned house, with nothing to
do but hold your hand?"...
Sometimes you have to believe in justice to hold on to your sanity
Return of Themis
Lynn bit her lip and gripped her hands so tightly she could smell blood from them. Or maybe it was her lip. Or both. Brenda was weeping in her sleep again. Begging. "Please...please don't! Petey please!" Lynn had heard it...
One July day in Brooklyn, a long time ago…
The Block
This was their world, every inch, from one corner to the other. They were as relaxed and secure on ‘the block’ as most other people in their living rooms. As kids, they had thrown water balloons from the rooftops on...
A sci-fi Native American (First Nations) story
FINAL POTLATCH
Foreword: This story is fiction framed in ethnology.
First published by Altair Magazine of Australia, which no longer exists. The illustration was scanned from the magazine. Updated in 2010 to honor the Vancouver community, whose Canadian and First Nations societies...