By “pilot the ship in” he meant just hang out and let the library do all the work. The inside of his ship had no controls, only four recliners facing a blank wall. Dallas waved at the wall and it became transparent. We were gliding in to one of the vast chasms that crisscrossed the […]
Read more "The Librarian"The librarian sat cross legged in front of me hands resting on her knees, smiling. I was trying hard to find something else to look at, but she was the only thing in the room other than my beer glass which was suddenly full again. I took a nervous swig. “Do I make you uncomfortable?” […]
Read more "I’m a Frayed Knot"“DUDE! ARE YOU NUTS?!” Dallas said and then toned it down. “You made her wear clothes?” “I’m sorry, but I find it somewhat distracting to have an adult conversation with a twelve foot naked woman sitting across from me cross-legged on the floor!” “You guys are pigs!” Juliette mentioned as she flew back and forth, […]
Read more "Hallways, Nannites, and POOP"The Librarian smiled. The floor around us shifted and reconfigured into seating. I plopped down in what looked like a chair. It immediately adjusted to my posture and weight. ” I wonder if it does massages?” I said. It did, gently vibrating and suddenly it felt like gentle hands messaging my shoulders. Dallas dropped […]
Read more "Caught Red Handed"The Ship was “The Confederacy”. We were “The Red Hand”. Personal top secret armed force of soldiers and assassins answerable only to the “Father” who in turn answered to the “God KIng” himself. What had been known on old Earth as “President” became “God King” in space due to the total obliteration of any kind […]
Read more "There goes the God King"The Factory “I flew my ship over to the Cascadia and surrendered” I said “I spent two years in “De-briefing” and then they conscripted me into the Peacekeepers.” “Wow!” Dallas said ” a bonafied war hero!” ” Nothing heroic about war. Just a bunch of people getting killed because someone up the food chain is […]
Read more "Enterprising Idiots"I was standing on the bridge of the new ship that the library had built for us as per Dallas’ specs. It was a stupid design. A saucer mounted on a long neck to a large body. Two long shafts protruded diagonally out from the back sporting these things he called “nacelles”. They didn’t really […]
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