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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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Art by Dario Bijelac

Fluency

Corbalk: The conflicting emotions created by First Contact (used especially in reference to a homeworld-centric species). I learned corbalk in the basement pantry, seven years old. The smell of leather and gun oil, my father’s skin, pungent with bitter sweat. Sammy crying, his fear contagious as any virus, Mom shushing him, rocking him in the […]

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Quote from John Guzlowki's flash fiction mini-novel

The Last Man on Earth Crawls Backs to Life – A Mini-Novel Sequel

Chapter One: The Last Man Sits on the Beach at Midnight The water in front of him was still dark, still rolling, still cold. He knew it would be. It was late May, and on this lake the water was always cold — even in August. Sitting on the sand, he couldn’t stop shivering, so […]

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Science Fiction story by AT Greenblatt

Listen and You’ll Hear Us Speak

There’s this story we like to tell on Deck 3—we, the quiet ones. The voiceless dishwashers and short order cooks and house musicians who scrub and busk in grimy bars on a space station full of grimy bars. It’s about a girl who was quiet too. One night, this girl met a trader, just like […]

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And All Our Bones Were Dust

And All Our Bones Were Dust

She takes another bite of her salad as the restaurant around us crumbles into ash. A sip at the glass of merlot beside her plate as the picture windows shatter, shards raining down across the dark hardwood floor. The tables near the door disappear into flames, then the servers and diners go up in smoke […]

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Robot graveyard in story by Jared Cooper

What Lasts

Step 1: Dig for parts in the Gearwoman’s scrapyard, through dead frames and the rotted pages of old schematics. Find one of her bots, with thin limbs not yet rusted, intact and broken like yourself. Collect, and run away. * * * Step 2: With no schematic, put him back together. Shape his face with […]

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