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What Tomorrow Brings, shortstoIt was stepping out over the last blackened shard of concrete, beyond the crumbling mounds of city, across the place hell ended and earth began, that Alma decided she couldn’t leave. She recited all the chants a hundredfold in her mind: that being chosen at her age was an unprecedented honor, that the reward would be beyond imagination, that it was an immeasurable service to the cause. That turning back now meant only pain and death and shame. But the honey in those words had deserted her. What good was honor and righteousness in times like these?What Tomorrow Brings, shortsto
Six painful years of learning and training and testing, stripped away by a wal
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Heavy Price Paid, shortstoryI climbed the last tier of steps and ascended on bridge to the Justice. The Admiral stood facing away from me looking straight out the viewport, silent and unmoving, while the rest of the bridge buzzed with an air of frantic activity. I walked past the terminal banks toward him, brushed the hair out of my eyes, and saluted. “Admiral.”Heavy Price Paid, shortstory
“Officer.” He turned right back to the viewport, as if I was interrupting a movie he didn’t want to miss. “Come. Stand next to me.” I did.
I looked on with the Admiral, and saw a world that had, in the last few hours, been changed forever. Above it a v
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Sky's Limit, shortstorySky’s LimitSky's Limit, shortstory
A dizzying wave of vertigo overcame me as the ground below fell away. Taking a step back and collapsing into the chair, I closed my eyes and attempted to turn my mind to more agreeable images. A grassy plain – warm sunlight – plummeting headlong through the clouds—
I stifled a sigh of frustration. That would be unbecoming here. I opted for a more discreet pinch in the forehead. Curse my weakness. Curse these windows. Why did they need to place the windows in the floor, of all places—
“You look unwell.”
I tried to compose myself and give a smile.
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The Outsiders, shortstoryThe OutsidersThe Outsiders, shortstory
Echter set the plates back down on the desk and slowly lifted his gaze to mine. “Sentient life, you say, originating from another planet – aliens?”
I sighed and indicated the stack of recordings in an exasperated manner. “Of course they are aliens. Even the most obstinate skeptic could not possibly attribute the patterns found on these objects to anything apart from sentient life. Just look at their basic shapes,” I said, pointing at various parts of the plate as I did so. “They are all perfectly symmetrical as far as we can determine, and some along more than one plane. Lo
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