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 | The Burning Path
The object was without motion in the sky, and distant, before the hills that lined the horizon, but beyond the endless orchard rows and vines of fruit. It was smooth and shaped as almonds are, at a dozen barrels height and twice more for width. It took on the shade of the sky, but I knew its true color to be that of a mirror of polished silver. There could be no doubt as to its nature. This was unnatural art that could only be forged by the People of the Two Suns. | Speculative |
| Shotgun Summer
Maybe it’s the way the air settles and stagnates between the maze of mega-sprawling shopping-plexes and cloud-piercing monuments to the all-consuming oligarchy, but July always seems hotter downtown. | Cyber Punk |
| Dark Sun
An explosion rocks the building. Lt. Calley looks up to see fixtures on the ceiling shaking loose, the plaster crumbling down in heavy chunks. His Heads-Up-Display works overtime, projecting visual cues of danger he’s already acutely aware of. He turns to flee and the floor collapses beneath his feet. He grabs at air. Caught in free-fall, the tonnage of concrete around him seems weightless like foam props of a vintage movie set. Down he goes in a perilous drop, from the ninth floor to the fifth. | Science Fiction |