sf captain orpicea and the visitor When Orpicea had been in the mining business, the jargon for gas-harvesters like these was ‘canaries’, drowning as they did in their mother jovian’s atmosphere, and the general feeling was that they
sf white dwarf resonant We would drill deep to reach the marrow. Feldt helped me lay down the battery and align the bore. Seseq directed us, the coral's deep structures clear to her through some mechanism of
sf underpass They found her body in the wrong country’s river. The officers grimaced at the stench as they fished her out, eelgrass wrapped around her like the water wanted to keep her.The
sf galactic coral bloomed We set down upon the coral where it was brightest. Only Seseq did not turn away as the bay doors yawned open. Even through my suit's filtered visor the poison light leaked through.
short fiction in transition There's the slippage, that gets some folks off. You get this real, uh, disassociative sensation. When the boat splits. In transition. 'It's the grey stuff,' Pam's voice crackled. This was years back.
sf the hate engine (8) An experiment was carried out: having stolen the Andromeda machine, we carried it into the time traveller’s cell and informed him he was to enable the systematic obliteration of his home time
sf the hate engine (7) As we made our return journey to Jupiter, we came to terms with the idea that perhaps he’d been telling the truth. That the destruction of the psychic projector had sent our
sf the hate engine (6) His ship cracked apart like an icicle without even breaching our hull. It was pathetic. Then he tried to walk through our ship's walls like they had the first time, but whatever mechanism
sf the hate engine (5) We waited for hours, but the future envoy didn’t speak again. While Yup was shipped planetside we squinted through our telescopes at Jupiter, or the space where she should have been, but
sf the hate engine (4) From the staging station Earth was an absence. Its clouds ate what city lights were left and starlight barely touched it; it was a black hole, a wall of nothing. We felt too
sf the hate engine (3) We’d lived on the dark side of the Earth since before I was born. Darkness didn't worry us. The Venusian cloud cover would even keep the surface toasty for a while. Eventually,
sf the hate engine (2) ‘I’ll shoot him,’ spat Pine. ‘I’ll shoot him in his head.’ I leaned on the window, half-listening to the arguments of the crew. The space pretzel, having unwound from our shuttle,
sf the hate engine (1) Did you know the sun only hates? The old one didn’t. It just burned for a while then went out. We were anxiously monitoring its progress into red gianthood at the time,