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Canada Girl vs. The Thing Inside Pluto

The Thing Inside Pluto was displeased. So was Aimee. Its roiling muscle-goo made her queasy, and she’d dressed for pilates, not for two bland government spooks kidnapping her to negotiate with an alien. She lit a cigarette to block the ozone smell. <YOU ARE NOT CANADA GIRL> The Thing’s voice reverberated inside her skull. Though […]

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The Moon on a Breakfast Plate

She’s four years old, wearing footie pajamas with giraffes on them, and she wants the moon. She’s very specific about when and where. She would like to have the moon on a plate with her breakfast. That way she can look at it while she eats, and when she’s done, she can play with it. […]

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Things I Realized on Finding an Alien in the Passenger Seat of My Car

Three and a half hours to interview, 270 miles to LA, 94 mph The mass of writhing tentacles that slithered onto the passenger seat a minute ago probably isn’t a hallucination. Correction: given that I had to blow into a tube to start this rental, it’s not an alcoholic hallucination. This is seven miles per […]

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A Partial List of Lists I Have Lost Over Time

To-Do List for July 18, 2039 Kill my duplicate from another dimension. Get rid of all this stupid kale. Top Five Reasons I Hate Kale Kale is like broccoli that wishes it were lettuce, or lettuce that wishes it were broccoli. Get your own identity, kale. It contains too much vitamin A. Just way too […]

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Duck, Duck, Duck

“Duck, duck, duck,” says Maddy, touching each head in the circle with a perfunctory authority. “Duck, duck,” she pauses almost imperceptibly at the curly, blonde head in front of her, “alien.” The owner of the curls, Rebecca, scrambles to her feet as Maddy tears off round the circle. “Go, Maddy; go, Maddy; go, Maddy,” the […]

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The Solid Years of My Life

I stink. Thankfully, the cilia in my nose are frozen solid so I can’t smell myself. Like drips collecting at the tip of an icicle, my thoughts form at a glacial crawl. The odor of a body emitting freonic chemicals is rank. The first experiment lasted three days and my stench was lab-clearing, canary-killing noxious. […]

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Life, hacked

The man is and is not a god. The prayer is not whispered in temple. It is arranged in subatomic particles. “I want out,” I say through teeth gritted against the stale air of my tiny lab. He is amused. His teeth are preternaturally white. “That’s an unusual request. Most people want more of ‘in’ […]

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Last Long Night

Two months after the last broken transmission from Earth, somewhere in the unexplored dark, we found a voice. At first we thought it was a mass hallucination. We’d been alone in space too long. Back home, we’d be treated for space sickness and starlust, our brains scanned and studied for signs that our grey matter […]

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The Stars and the Rain

It rains the day my brother arrives. He steps onto Junian soil with a limp less prominent than the one I remember from childhood. And he just stands there, for a long moment, looking simultaneously lost and found. Getting soaked through. The rain here is clear as anywhere but likes to awaken the dormant algae […]

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Art by Dario Bijelac

A Siren Song for Two

We lose three good men our first hour on Siren. Not to air tank malfunctions or sledge accidents. Not to the frigid cold that freezes our gauges and locks up our drills the moment the sun falls behind the horizon. We lose them to the damn music. The creaking, grinding, strumming noise that echoes through […]

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