Originally published in Static Movement. Eight: On the street, as our bewildered hero blinks in the sun, a roving reporter with a live feed: “You’re an educated man, mister Set—” “Set Zero was, at least, yes. I like to think that I am being a good steward of his talents.” “That’s a good place to …
Originally published in the Goodbye, Darwin anthology. It was not a night to spare expense. The firm had successfully defended against their twenty-fifth anti-trust suit earlier that afternoon and, to celebrate, the senior partners had brought out all the silver, and had sprung for the champagne. The party went through the natural life cycle of this …
continued from part 1 It was two weeks before Pash got up the nerve to stage a proper escape. During that time, the old man had him pull weeds in a ratty garden, haul water from the nearby stream, and dig up rows and rows of potatoes, which he then had to clean and store …
Originally published in Rage Machine Magazine. They were the Callow gang and they ruled the last day of school. Oasa, Damper, and Pash were the seniors; they sat open-legged on the library steps, chucking snowballs at freshmen and blasting new grunge music across the filaments that webbed their ear drums. The junior Callows sat guard …
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