“Where were you when you got your superpowers?” It’s the age-old question, isn’t it? Me, I was at the grocery store, buying a black forest cake and sauerkraut for the wife, who was pregnant at the time. I’m at the age where the stores are playing my jam. I’m also at the age where I…
Leah rests a palm on her belly as she wishes upon a shooting star: Tiny jellybean, may you have a sweet life, unlike the spice-filled bitterness of my own. High above, Godmother hears and twirls her wand. A collection begins. The first two smiles are a shared dessert; secrets between new parents who can’t stop…
Carenza’s mind is a looking glass. When Orla peers into it, she sees herself. She sees her years of neurological study and cognitive research and days and nights of sleepless toil. She sees her hopes and dreams for a better society, polished and perfected, dancing across the cranial folds in sparkling electrical charges. Orla has…
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…
Would we have loved each other as much, if he hadn’t died? Would our living love have faltered and grown dim with time, with ennui, with despair? I’ll never know. He’ll never know. What I do know is that his ghostly love is as addictive as opium. Nothing has ever been as dazzling as that…
You want to know why we stopped playing football on Mars? Let me tell you why we started. Sequestered in our domes, in the close air of our own unwashed smell, we got hungry for the outdoors. Carefully stepping around too much equipment in too little space, we got hungry for violent impacts. There was…
Of all the things I thought I’d have to deal with on this interplanetary aid mission, the stink of salted fish was not one of them. Turbulence? Epic boredom? Hostile alien invasion? Sure. It’s a two-year journey on a lightweight space craft ferrying precious medicines to a remote asteroid mining colony. Anything can happen. But…
Ten thousand years ago, before our great-mothers left the Summerlands and bore us out into the greater world, Biyatqio, goddess of Life and great-mother of all, sent her two green and golden daughters out into the mortal-walked world. Instruct them, Biyatqio ordered her daughters, impart unto them a fraction of the Divine Wit, such as…
