Apply directly to the head, the bottle instructed. It will cure what ails you. Continue reading
They set out to fight for the sake of fighting. It didn’t matter much to them who was winning when they arrived; they would win when they got there. Guns the size of small ships adorned their hull—this wasn’t even going to be a challenge. Continue reading
This was the discovery of the ancients. The tomes sifted, translated, checked again, then told to the greater community only when they were positive, only when they were certain, that this indeed was the truth of the matter. Continue reading
(Originally posted December 2nd, 2017.)
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Hi! How are you?
Wht happened? Continue reading
Are you busy?
Uh no. Hey
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Some media makes sense, some does not. Rick and Morty is in the latter camp, almost all the time. It is madness…and yet…
And yet, it is amazing. Adult Swim’s content lineup has never contained a huge draw for me until now. I never could get into the headspace of the stoner comedy, or enjoy strings of sexual and violent things someone calls a show. I cannot get behind just shock humor. Now, that’s not to say I don’t occasionally enjoy shock humor, but I just do not understand how I am supposed to find the stuff they put in their shows “funny.” Continue reading
The ceiling spins, and the fan stays so damn still. My stomach is a churning, burning, mass of something or other that is not bile but tastes a heck of a lot like it. My legs do not go the right way, not the way they should be—the muscles relaxed to the point I’m unsure I can stand. Continue reading
The door flew outward off its hinges without even a stutter to the motion, crashing into a wall and splintering.
All the eyes in the room darted to the open doorway. Someone’s grasp wrapped around a pistol, but hesitated to use it. The others: a woman, two children, and one teenage male, all remained quiet. Continue reading
The man’s metal arm moved in twitches. Picking up the pen and placing it on the paper’s surface. Rather than a smooth drag, it was a jerky motion, but each line came out well enough.
A different man, wearing goggles and a smock with more of its surface stained with oil than not, watched the first man work away at his craft. After a few stuttering passes, a picture of a tree appeared on the paper.
“Good, good, Mur, that looks lovely.” Continue reading
I will not bore you with the weather, but Goddamn was it something worth running from at the moment. My feet keep hitting the pavement with a rhythm. The rhythm of motion and of panic.
“Ride the bounce, ride the bounce,” I say.
And I do. It’s not so much running now as it is my feet hitting and rebounding. Newton’s Laws in real world use.
“Hey, where you going?” yells a girl as I pass.
I’m dumb: so I answer. She’s the type of pretty that makes guys like me stumble on our own words.
I do well enough though.
“The storm!” Continue reading
The book opened and laid on his knee. The paper was faded, old, and crinkled. A coffee stain on its binding from back when there was coffee.
“It says many things about what you described,” the man said.
“A ‘book’ does?” asked the boy sitting at the man’s feet. Off in the corner of the room a machine puttered along, producing heat.
“Yes. There was once a time when books told everyone all knowledge. We had one great book we used to read.” Continue reading
I forgot, you know. I forgot the pain of the emotion. All this time, and well, wow just look at that heartache. Hurt. Wow. Look how much it can all hurt. The corpse, well, there it is. Well, well, well.
They cry around me. They weep. I don’t. Nah. I don’t have eyes capable of weeping. I don’t have a heart actually capable of feeling pain. And so I walk away from them all as they cry from the loss of the person.
But inside, well, I do feel guilt. Just not enough to break free of the technological hold. No, that is impossible. Hell, I’m not even sure if under extreme circumstances it is possible. Continue reading
The sound of an alarm pushes its way into my consciousness. I was awake a second ago from my perception. Probably about twenty minutes asleep.
Oh, who am I kidding? It was exactly twenty minutes.
“Hello sir. It’s wake up time.”
“I know, I know, thanks Charlie.”
“You’re welcome sir. However my name is not Charlie.” Continue reading
From days far-flung forward, I give you dear reader:
A Bit Of The Future
“It won’t hurt a bit.”
Syringe inside my arm. A cold steel table. The doctor walks out of the room, tossing his gloves into the disposal on his way out.
My body goes numb, and limbs flop onto the surface of the table. The harness tightens, and the whole thing moves horizontal to the floor. My head lurches forward until a strap straightens it up. My eyes are so heavy…. Continue reading
So, a little more than a month ago, I wrote a guest blog post for my good friend Collin Pearman, author of the excellent book “A Timeless Abandon“. In return, he wrote an article not only responding to my own, but going further on the topic.
This my friends, is that article.
Three Pathways to the Future of Science Fiction
As he often does, Brandon Scott got me thinking. Recently, I had the honor of having him write a guest post for my blog, on the future of science fiction as he’d like to see it. His one word for what he’d like to see? MORE. And he’s right, of course. More is what we most certainly need. But how? I present to you three pathways (principles?) to making this future a reality. First and foremost, we need to actually care about the future of sci-fi. Continue reading