The radio in the lab had gone to static. A remnant of a bygone era, its shallow dial returned nothing but chunky blips and bloops as May fiddled with it. Her human fingers were too analog to capture the narrow viable band. The design was as old as she was: red blocky display, no brain….
Some gods don’t get prayers. Not even a ‘thank-you.’ That’s the world we’re living in today. There’s so much stuff everywhere that humans don’t know what to pay attention to. They obsess over stupid things while the important ones fade into the background. The God of Computers, for instance? She gets prayers all the time….
On the day Kudryavka met The Universe, she had an itchy nose. It had started the moment she stepped into the capsule. Something about the pressurised air always made her bristle, and the cramped space made all the vibrations louder against her skin. Her nose itched, and she resisted the urge to fidget, staying still…
Jenna did things in halves. She only ate half of a PB&J a time. She read either the beginning or ending half of books. She wore miss-matched socks, so she wore two halves of two pairs. Her dad called her Rabbit. Her mom thought that was offensive, because Jennifer is a family name, and called…
