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Antonio's fine jacket and leather shoes were already soaked and dripping, but he shielded himself from the freezing rain beneath the bulk of the space freighter on dock seven. He set down a bulging duffle bag to shield his eyes from the spotlights on the ship's ramp, a briefcase hanging heavy in his other hand.… Continue reading Welcome to the Peregrine
"What's it feel like?" Marvin put his finger to his chin and looked to the ceiling. "You ever laugh so hard you pissed yourself?" he asked. "Yeah..." "Well it ain't nothing like that." He went back to strapping down my arms. "That's kind of messed up, man. You shouldn't ever admit that. Don't tell anyone… Continue reading Architecta
"Put it on the ground and back away." I had that rat SOB by the throat, now. Stupid bastard had no idea what was coming. The rain turned to fog as it fell upon the roof, still sun scorched even at this late hour. The spot lamps on the sky skimmers bathed us in so… Continue reading Cornered
Lacerta IV dropped out of negspace about an hour ago, from my perspective, anyway. Everyone on board was long dead by now, dead for millennia. Relativity was a funny thing. I like to think that there was a critical failure and the whole ship blew to bits in an instant, but the sensor data recordings… Continue reading Relative Cost
Declan hit the water without so much as a splash. The radiation increased the viscosity and surface tension. He waited for his heavy armor to pull him downward, holding still to avoid creating bubbles. He soon reached the metallic floor, below the reach of the spotlights high above, and he army crawled his way to… Continue reading Without Warning
I'll keep this brief. In cosmic terms, our species was here but for a short time, and as individuals our time was shorter still; too short to measure from such a perspective. This is the way it was meant to be. As the last of us, I can say that with certainty. The Lifters, as… Continue reading The Lifters
They weren't much to look at—like big slugs with a dozen spindly legs—and they usually elicited a gag reflex if they were looked at at all. But the Krell had chemistry on their side. They, too, came from an ocean world, but theirs was of a thicker, more gel-like quality; this, due to its concentrations… Continue reading Happy Surrender Day
I stood gawking like a tourist at the inverted skyscrapers that hung down from the sky of stone and ice and iron. But I wasn't a tourist. This was my home now. The hollowed out asteroid was thick with the stench of people who all showered in the same few gallons of precious recycled water.… Continue reading Too Little Willpower
For a while, all they could do was stare at it from the crest of the dune. Jutting up from the rust-colored sand was a fully jointed hand—like a human's—made of metallic plating and electrical cables. It was the size of a three-story house. It was Elliot who finally broke the silence with a long… Continue reading Under Red Sand
Halter Sprock had no sense of adventure. It had been ground down to a fine powder, just like everything else around here. He made up country western lyrics and sang away the hours as he drove the trawler, a Sanya series, model P2. He was leaving Listening Outpost Chiral. He would have known it even… Continue reading Moon Trucker
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