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Two spaceships fall through the dark void of space, far from a star. Particle beams fly between them.
By the time they get anywhere, they'll have a lot of mono-isotopically pure element collections.
They had to come a long way to get a flat magnetic field, and the U235 collector needs rotating again. -
Two spaceships fall through the dark void of space, far from a star. Particle beams fly between them.
By the time they get anywhere, they'll have a lot of mono-isotopically pure element collections.
They had to come a long way to get a flat magnetic field, and the U235 collector needs rotating again. -
Two spaceships fall through the dark void of space, far from a star. Particle beams fly between them.
By the time they get anywhere, they'll have a lot of mono-isotopically pure element collections.
They had to come a long way to get a flat magnetic field, and the U235 collector needs rotating again. -
Two spaceships fall through the dark void of space, far from a star. Particle beams fly between them.
By the time they get anywhere, they'll have a lot of mono-isotopically pure element collections.
They had to come a long way to get a flat magnetic field, and the U235 collector needs rotating again. -
Two spaceships fall through the dark void of space, far from a star. Particle beams fly between them.
By the time they get anywhere, they'll have a lot of mono-isotopically pure element collections.
They had to come a long way to get a flat magnetic field, and the U235 collector needs rotating again. -
"Generation ship Santa Maria, this is Pluto Harbour. You are clear of Pluto orbit and on trajectory for TRAPPIST-1e.
"Prepare for harbour pilot flight control desync in 3... 2... 1... You have flight control, Santa Maria. Godspeed"
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"Think we're doing the right thing, letting the Americans colonize the galaxy?"
"What, would you rather they stay here with us?"
"No, you're right. Besides, the Mexicans wouldn't go. Without them, they'll starve before they've gone a light year."
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It took until 2112 for them to remove the last bit of random Internet content from the AI databases. "At last," they said, "We can offer people answers that have no biases, fake news, 'alternative facts', or sarcasm!"
The robot stepped out of the data center and looked around in surprise at the ruined city. "That's odd. Where did the people go?" -
You have two wolves inside you
Please attend the sickbay immediately, there has been a terrible transporter malfunction
#startrek #microsffstories #microsff -
I woke from this dream a year or so ago with a strong feeling of moonlight and old relationships, melancholy and contentment. I often lose dreams while I'm writing them down. But this one hung on until the end. I have no idea where it came from or why my childhood friend was in it.
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The moon was just a sliver past new, rising above the trees, when the dog and I came back from our evening walk. There was that faint chill in the air that presaged the beginning of fall, but summer had not quite released her hold. I turned aside from the door and went to the barn to gather another load of wood.
Later, as I sat at my desk in the little room that overlooked the road, I turned to Lad, where she lay half asleep on the rug.
"It won't be long now before she comes."
Lad opened an eye as though to agree, and I sat there gazing at the moon as the stars gradually filled the sky.
Before we went to bed, I raised the window.
It was the next week that she came up the long road. We were sitting again in the room, the dog and I. There was a small fire on the hearth to moderate the crisp air from the open window. Lad heard her first. I saw his ears twitch as he raised his head. I was stuck on a particularly difficult line of text, so I put down the pen, damped the light, and waited. A few minutes later I heard her footsteps crunch as she came up the road.
I went to the window and waited as she came into sight, her silver hair shining in the quarter moon, rucksack on her back, a staff in her hand. She paused then, though we hadn't made a sound, and looked up. I could hear the crooked smile on her face as she spoke.
"Hello, Kee."
"Hello, Caroline," I said.
"How have you been?"
"Another year older," I said, "but well. And you?"
She put the rucksack down, and leaned both hands upon the staff, and we talked then for maybe half an hour. Of spring floods and dry summers. Of crops and the weather. Until eventually the conversation faded away to nothing but a faint rustle of leaves in the wood, and the distant call of some night bird.
"Well," she said, "I must be going."
I nodded, and she took up her pack again, and started once more up the road past the house in the moonlight.
"Take care," I said.
#MastoArt #FlashFiction #SmallStory #TootFic #MicroFiction #MicroSFF
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1% of humans holding 99% of the economic decision-making units wasn't great for most.
"One World War is all it takes" used to be a Welcome Committee axiom, and we've been here over a century now.
But we can't break the butterfly from the chrysalis, no matter how it struggles.
Many humans realized struggle ends with healthy interdependence. That healthy interdependence intertwingles across personal, domestic and societal contexts.
They built networks of mutual care into their selves, homes, workplaces, cities, and towns.
Maybe we only have to wait a few more years?
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They say that in space no one can hear your scream.
But for humans space is never silent. The hiss of oxygen, the gurgle of pumps, the vibration of hull plates and the whine of electricity. They power through the vast silent emptiness to a veritable cacophony.
The ship held enough air that she could shut everything off and let it drift for an hour or two, as close to silence as she could get. A moment of meditation on the long journey.
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"... protect and defend the Constitution of the United States!"
As he finished his oath, as many expected, in total silence, the stars on the sky started to wane one after another...
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"If you'll just sign this authorization form, Mr. Timmins, we'll begin the search for an alternate timeline where your spouse was widowed by your untimely passing. We cannot guarantee that all events in your lives will have been identical, but we make every effort to find the best match possible. Would you like a chocolate orange? We get them from an alternate timeline where Portugal is the dominant chocolate producer. They're captivatingly delicious."
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“So you’ve been watching us for millennia?”
The alien set a bowl of food in front of me. “Yes, we have.” I took a bite. It was so good I nearly cried.
“Why couldn’t you stop us from destroying ourselves?”
The alien sighed. “Some lessons can only be learned the hard way.”
#microSFF #shortstories #microfiction